[Pacific Coast Highway] (translation)

to C.

 

 

I am here

 

under the condescension

of clouds

and the impossible
arithmetics

of delusional waves

 

against the winds

that confused

interwove

and forget their purposes

 

 

I am here

where everything gets lost

and forgotten

because nothing is

or can be

when it can be flooded

with beauty

 

when into oblivion -

fulfilled with promises -

a gesture is born

to be confused with the day

and again

the afternoon gets naked

 

 

I am here

where nothing exists

to find me

and turn you

into the secret promise

that bears my name

 

what the winds forget

I carry it in my hands

until the night swallows it all