EXERCISE OF RELAXATION
Your neck tumbles upon the rostrum,
it disolves upon the unreadable rug,
the wooden laths are stretching.
With all the weakness of your strength,
abandoning your being,
also renouncing your flesh.
And onto the wood,
the cork and the sawdust,
onto the nuptial lights of the beginning
and the future rumour of being born,
you descend upon the scale of numbers,
you descend upon the scale of letters,
upon a thread of dribble,
upon childlike water.
You will sleep: you will be a fish.
You will awaken: you will be a bird.
There is a sea awaiting you,
there is a sky awaiting you.
The chance of resurrection.
The chance of truly living.
Versión del inglés de Juan Noyes-Kuehn, alias Chantri (2018)