Sending I have not been able to forget you. I have managed that this useless disorder of my lonely days solitary days, to end in the porphyries of a heart that gives each beat to your memory. In your abolished world, I have fought for you against the pious works of God. What you demanded of him yesterday will be the invention of the man who was born. I had so many reasons to love you that in the dark rigor of losing you I wanted all the art to serve to your splendor alone and thus wrap you up in fables and find you and recover you in the long patience of death.
שי בן צור מהמם כתמיד
נעים להשתוות בצורה, באותו תדר של אהבה דרך המילים והמוזיקה שלך, תודה
אחד השירים האהובים עלי
מהמם
Sending
I have not been able to forget you. I have managed
that this useless disorder of my lonely days
solitary days, to end in the porphyries
of a heart that gives each beat
to your memory. In your abolished world,
I have fought for you against the pious works of God. What you demanded of him yesterday
will be the invention of the man who was born.
I had so many reasons to love you that in the dark rigor of losing you
I wanted all the art to serve to your splendor alone and thus wrap you up in fables and find you and recover you
in the long patience of death.