FAST IS THE CENTURY

Fast is the century. If I were wind

I would have peeled the bark off the trees

and the facades off the buildings in the outskirts.

If I were gold, I would have been hidden in cellars,

into crumbly earth and among broken toys,

I would have been forgotten by the fathers,

and their sons would remember me forever.

If I were a dog, I wouldn't have been afraid of

refugees, if I were a moon

I wouldn't have been scared of executions.

If I wеre a wall clock

I would have covered the cracks on the wall.

Fast is the century. We survive the weak earthquakes

watching towards the sky, yet not towards the ground.

We open the windows to let in the air

of the places we have never been.

Wars don't exist,

since someone wounds our heart every day.

Fast is the century.

Faster than the word.

If I were dead, everyone would have believed me

when I kept silent.