We forgot to wind up

Ens vam oblidar de donar corda

the clock of our nights.

al rellotge de les mostres nits.

And now look at our bodies jammed

I ara mira els cossos, encallats

like cog-wheels that do not know

com rodes dentades que no saben

how to engage, trying to take up

acoblar-se, provant de reprendre

the constant gyratory movement

el constant moviment giratori

shared by the earth, the hurricane,

que tenen la terra, l’huracà,

the dance and the snake. Life turns

la dansa i la serp. La vida volta

upon itself like the blind rhythm

sobre si mateixa al ritme cec

of the sphere. And now you are striking

de l’esfera. I ara tu assenyales

twelve o’clock midnight, and I, twelve

les dotze de la nit, jo les dotze

noon, now stopped for ever

del migdia, aturats ja per sempre

like two rusty hands

com dues agulles rovellades

that will never again cross each other’s

que mai no tornaran a creuar-se

love path, hate path.

camí de l’amor, camí de l’odi.

It was a simple matter. And we forgot it.

Era senzill. I vam oblidar-ho.