I hold the nail of betrayal in my hand as a walking stick

Morning came and went into the distant day with memories,it trod upon my stepI do not know from what mountains of drama it descends so coldbut the pain stayed behindbetween my teeththe ancient furnishing of the face.Soon the winter evening will comeI moved my legstretched it out on the bedI do not like having pain on a rainy night.Oh, a nail as big as a roof ridge pierced my back!When I went down to the street even the city was limpingit manages nowto trample everything of mine…

I hold the nail of betrayal in my hand as a walking stick.… I do not feel the pains anymorethey stayed behind at my impossible visit in spring.