Now I’m more hollow than ever
Since I’ve been feeling richer because I love you
And on my temples I hold the sun and the moon
Now I feel sicker and better than ever.

I would express my grief in all kinds of complaints
In which I would not even mention your name,
Black squares and white squares
Are overcoming my garden and I’m afraid.

And look, there’s nobody to help us,
The world can barely hold itself together
And inside a white wall of mute muses
The black bishops are looking for a way.

And I love you with mercy and fear,
All that’s yours belongs to me too
Like a white bishop that captures
The black queen for eternity.

Mind-blowing accidents happen in train stations,
Sad freight trains arrive in the middle of the summer
And I make rash gestures
To attract you and to scare you.

All around there are aberrant sights:
Frail children carrying parents on their shoulders,
Old people with gray breasts hanging from their bony ribs
And albatrosses coming towards dried horizons.

I miss you and I’m trying to envision your face
In every margin of my own being,
If I take the sand in the palm of my hand
I fell a ring pretending to be a wedding one.

I hear them through battles every now and then,
The soldiers of your guard kneel before you,
My lover with very great issues,
With Slavonic face and a queen’s name.

If only I had sculpted you with my chisel,
If I had made you from my own flesh,
You would have not become, like you are today, another woman
That I have awoken with my warmth.

And I love you with mercy and fear,
All that’s yours belongs to me too
Like a white bishop that captures
The black queen for eternity.