Wednesday, November 3, 2010

a soul rape

Yes, I was totally alone in that sombre room.
And the old angst waited there in the cavity of my body.
I knew the name!  the inquietude against the eternal solitude!
She crept all over my wounded soul,
as she was about to caress and to make love.
But I couldn´t do any thing.
I even could not move just a single finger.
She raped my lonesomeness just like that.
Now please get away, you old bitch!

La nausée

On n'a pas de temps à perdre.
On n'a que le temps de manger.
On mange le temps.
Et de temps en temps
on vomit ce qu'on a mangé.
La nausée me mange aussi
d´un coup, un seul coup.
Alors je me suis perdu
dans cette nausée.