CAPRICE NO.3
I.
You.
The blank walls.
The night everywhere.
The windows filled with whiskey.
The girl's warmth.
You.
The wind.
The fantasy of the stars.
The falling of a leaf upon
the asphalt.
The wind...
Oh, split second, stop!
Look!
Listen!
And then go.
Unless Doctor Faust is coming,
having
found a excuse for everything.
Translated into English by Valentin Krustev
& Alexander Taylor.
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