FROM YOUR WORDS

(translated by Karin Pečnikar)

From your words,

out of your promises,

I make myself a rope

and climb into the sky.

I desire for novelty,

the unknown.

For reachable horizons

and harsh conquests.

I mourn for the land

I am leaving,

but I’m ascending

the rope of your words and promises.

Heaven is transient.

Desire eternal.