cranes

These days are so distant to it all

Heat and concrete.

The big city, it lies here

like a wounded bird.

And me, too.. me, too;

I think as always way too much.

There is always something

that lulls and paralyses me.

And if it's not the heat, 

then my stubbornness 

or my incredible sensitivity.

And I wait for the evening

and its relaxing, chilly hand

down at the river

with my feet covered in sand 

glancing

at these enormous animals

with metallic claws

with neon lighted eyes

and the containers which fall

with terrific rumbling

into the hungry hold

of an aged cargo ship,

and my heart, it's also rumbling,

Take me with you,

Take me with you,

fickle humility,

flap your crooked wings around me.

This head, oh this head,

aggrandises itself way too much,

Oh, unfathomable life,

what do we know about it?

We were born and we die

and the wind will continue to blow without alteration

and a human being walks on the steps

down to the river,

puts his head into the night

and digs his legs in sand and observes

these enormous animals

with metallic claws

with neon lighted eyes

and the containers which fall

with terrific rumbling

into the hungry hold

of an aged cargo ship,

and my heart, it's also rumbling,

Oh, I hope it won't get lost,

how confused it is

on this never-ending search

for a little bit more light,

whatever that might be.

original: http://youtu.be/ADJdDgsFJLM