Ens vam oblidar de donar corda

We forgot to wind up

al rellotge de les mostres nits.

the clock of our nights.

I ara mira els cossos, encallats

And now look at our bodies jammed

com rodes dentades que no saben

like cog-wheels that do not know

acoblar-se, provant de reprendre

how to engage, trying to take up

el constant moviment giratori

the constant gyratory movement

que tenen la terra, l’huracà,

shared by the earth, the hurricane,

la dansa i la serp. La vida volta

the dance and the snake. Life turns

sobre si mateixa al ritme cec

upon itself like the blind rhythm

de l’esfera. I ara tu assenyales

of the sphere. And now you are striking

les dotze de la nit, jo les dotze

twelve o’clock midnight, and I, twelve

del migdia, aturats ja per sempre

noon, now stopped for ever

com dues agulles rovellades

like two rusty hands

que mai no tornaran a creuar-se

that will never again cross each other’s

camí de l’amor, camí de l’odi.

love path, hate path.

Era senzill. I vam oblidar-ho.

It was a simple matter. And we forgot it.