To This Day

Better this way, spread out and receptive
Spongy the way everything's spongy
As long as a person looks alive and has good eyes
He wasn't so drunk that he didn't have the feeling that his house was in shambles
Inside nothing was in place, but at the same time, to be sure, marvelously sure
On the floor and on the ceiling , under the bed or floating in the wash basin
There were stars and chunks of eternity
Palms like suns and enormous face of women and cats, with the fury of their species was fired up
In the mixture of garbage ...
[can't hear more]

I'm waiting for the bus to come
I'm lying on a bench
Thinking of a book I read
And wondering what it meant

I hear footsteps coming closer
It's an ordinary man
He comes up to me, shakes my hand
And asks me who I am

I'm paralysed, I can't talk or move
What could I say
And before I have the chance to think
I tell this man my name

He smiles and looks away
But I still don't know the answer to this day