I COVER YOU WITH A RED BLANKET

(translated by Brigitte Orešnik)

I cover you with a red blanket,

I guard the fire in the stove,

I don’t put out the light,

every day I wind the clock,

and open the window:

Fresh air is life itself.

You lie quiet in your bed

and look at me.

The air in the room is filled with love,

and death.