I confided to the man who wasn’t there
this bed is too large for me alone
It was when still another city
began to die around me
that I took its measure as a pretext
since the fact is that love
can never be pronounced by me
At every blow of the new dawn
they overturn the trash down below
until the morning
approaches with more strength
let no light put asunder
what my great emptiness has joined
Translated by Brenda Porster
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MK