I understood, that you were no longer here, in vain
I climb the low steps of the old post office
lived here?.. few have ever really lived here
tomorrow will be the first day that the living live
dying: fingers… pillows… lips…
a wood carved angel on the wall
playing with bookkeeping figures
I can hardly see the fog: condensation on the window
o the dreams – you approached
there was a wind, your cold hands curled
like innocent snakes and white
breasts flinched under my palm
an angry birthmark, gentle deception
overtook me and would not let me wake
the old wind swept up the leaves
stood for a while, turned around and left
Fabijoniškės, 2003.IX.5–9; versta 2010
Poetinis Druskininkų ruduo 2010 = Druskininkai Poetic Fall 2010 / sudarytojas ir vyriausiasis redaktorius Kornelijus Platelis = Compiler and editor-in-chief Kornelijus Platelis. – Vilnius: Vaga, 2010. – P. 49.