Poema "traducido"

Episteme


Unaware of what to do, I do nothing;
unaware of what to say, I say nothing.
Unaware of the means to be just one thing,
also unaware of the moment I be broken.

What I know
is that you shall never be forever daylight;
never
could you be the Sun, the Good and Truth.
Sometimes
you shall disappear among the laces
that are blue
and reign both in my mind and in my self one,
and always
shall you be contradictious in the dark clouds
and at night
shall you angrily pierce me with an arpoon
made of soliloquy
sailing between doxa and episteme
sailing
between my piece of heart and my obliterated throat
feeling that, at last
the antagonistic laces shall be falling over me
and I still need them.


Translation: 16-09-05, 10:28 am.