Our Life

 

We’ll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs

We know in pairs we will know all about us

We’ll love everything our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Paul Éluard

translated by Tony Kline

(Picture: A couple with their heads full of clouds, Salvador Dali)

The Last Toast

Whether we like it or not,
We have only three choices:
Yesterday, today and tomorrow.

And not even three
Because as the philosopher says
Yesterday is yesterday
It belongs to us only in memory:
From the rose already plucked
No more petals can be drawn.

Hating Love

I don't believe in angels
but the moon is now dead for me.
The last glass of wine is gone
before the thirst I'm suffering from.
The blue grass lost its way
running away from your sails.

The butterfly setting her colour
on fire was made of ashes.
The morning fires off
dewdrops and silent birds.
I feel ashamed of being naked
and as vulnerable as a child.

Without your hands my heart
is the enemy in my chest.

Roque Dalton


(Picture: Fire Painting-f31, Yves Klein)