As if, this is the way you talked to me
Foreigner
You spoke in your eternal language
Foreigner
You spoke in your eternal language
And in a slow movement the sense unfolded
Like a larva, slowly became
You never stopped because I was tumbling in the rear
I thank you for this lack of consideration
You shared this language like if it was ours
I don’t have any right to claim
Except to smell my sweat
Not
This is the way you explained
Talking faster as soon as you were running away
Running away as you talked
Running away as you talked
The transparency is not a fact
In American English
Either
In a smog of Transatlantic confusion, words turned traitors
Foreigner
Don’t fool yourself
You ran onto the surface of words as if they had one
You thought you were walking on your home floor
But the language took you in its extremely long arms
In the midst of your constant agitation
I watched the distance becoming limitless between you and your words
In the midst of your constant agitation
I watched the distance becoming limitless between you and your words
We didn’t lose any other thing than ourselves in translation
October 2010