My love, here is the Fortress
and here I recognized myself
the most, here I contemplated
you staying awake in front
of the death here I uttered
the first prayer and you appear
there where I disappear
you, fibre listening to the universe
my torment begins then when
you don’t give me the expected
answer and I can no longer believe
in the harmony nonetheless
those invisible hands that knead me
donate the rare happiness to me
and spread out their long rebuke.
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