Death

"If death was a peaceful life, a beatiful letting go, a pure and delicate water, I would have already killed myself.But since death is a wall, pain, violent obstinacy, I magically resist.May you cover me with insults, of footsteps, of kisses, of abandonment, that you leave me and then return without a reason or without variation of meaning in the width of my knees, I don't care because you make me live, because you shelter me from that whirlpool of unheard-of sweetness, from that swollen and imprecise honey, which is death of every man."