Love the violator who holds the mirror
to everything you have disowned within yourself-
so that all your desire, your creative impulse
may be freed…
I looked deep into your eyes,
trying to understand you,
but I saw everything about me,
I never wanted to see.
…and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
подогнав под нули десятки,
режет чудо бритвой Оккама
и, уверенный в правоте,