(În atingeri)

My superpowers have vanished—

Ignorance, tolerance, forbearance.

Life unfolds facing the sun,

A tear of pain,

My first kiss spoken through clenched teeth,

Pain glued to the earth,

With my forehead at knee level,

Seeking a God to bribe for escape

From claws, from fires, from clenched fists,

Wars, psychoses, and death,

Muscle spasms,

Fog over the brain,

Uncertainty in prolonged silences,

Advice, pleas, demands.

How do you find yourself? Please write to me

That word forgotten by all,

The next after the first word spoken by everyone,

The one that starts with a smile and ends

With two people embracing,

In our touch, we are angels,

In departures, we are demons,

The end is always this which this word refuses to touch,

It’s the word with which you start your day,

The word most repeated in everyone’s minds,

It’s the word before the first word,

It’s the boundary no one crosses.

A life lived in solitude is owed to all the people around me,

In our dreadful silence, a terrible teeth grinding,

Tremors and uncertain acknowledgments,

In the windshields of cars illegally parked

On the capital’s roads,

During a peaceful stroll,

I hope to find myself waiting patiently,

Lord, please, cut me out in editing,

Replace me with a landfill

Of recycled feelings,

Where I too once occurred.