A light film of damp

You can't catch
either with hands or by handfuls
the water of the time you live in;
on your fingers will remain
a light film of damp.

My trade has brought me
the tense solitude
that is not broken from outside:
the wish for love,
the clean impulse of desire.

Intermittent like everything,
I go up and often fall,
because together we will forget
the birth of delight,
just as smoke vanishes.

A weariness of crying
-regret by moments-
makes my body tingle:
"We must alter the world
and change life".

The world of all of us
and this life of ours.
And you can't do this alone
because the struggle is hard:
we will have to be many.

You can't catch
either with hands or by handfuls
the water of the time you live in.