Oh muse, reveal me the lyricism
Respectable and intimate
The visible lyricism
Seen by all
Oh muse, reveal me the lyricism
The worthy friend of all
Heart butcher
And in the body secluded
Oh muse, reveal me the lyricism
In which I abandon myself
Without guilt and without pride
Turned into stone and machine
Or turned into teardrop
Of the old passion
Or turned into lament
From the unrealized end
(I remember the red dress
Half a hand below the white shoulders
With all the luminance that numbed me)
Oh muse, reveal me the lyricism
Where the moon kisses
Wet with silver
Oh muse, reveal me the lyricism
From the untidy bed
And from the white room
So that I can tell how
The sun touched there
In the pillow and in the hair
In the books and in the mirror
And how he bathed them
Because the remembrance cuts me off
The remebrance amputates me
The remebrance separates me
And keeps me away alive
From the mourning and the teardrop
Of the old passion
Oh muse, reveal me the lyricism
Respectable and intimate
To embrace the clarity
Of this sculpted night
Which displayed in the window
Lyrically her arms
And ruffled the sheets
In that pure white room
Oh muse, reveal me the lyricism
That bleeds my soul.