To Marin Sorescu

I am rummaging in life’s rubbish dump

looking for a tiny grain of gold

disappointments, like worms in a corpse

hurry to welcome me with bread and salt

Is this all you can give me

no firefly to light

the cavern where my dreams got tangled up

the choir of bats chants

nothing more, nothing more

I will go on carrying Sisyphus’ boulder I say

even though it has wounded my body

carry on, carry on, your last breath

is not here yet