A NEW FACE

(translated by Brigitte Orešnik)

Then a new face appears,

with new colors,

with a new way of talking,

and a new world.

How can I change

the known for the unknown,

what I love for what I wish,

light for sparkles?

I press my face against the new colors,

I listen to the new way of talking,

I watch the new world,

and my lips curl up

in the bewildered smile of the fallen angel.