to the magic of nights that lull the living to sleep.
When he heard the guitar like a cat, miaowing
in the night, he felt himself waking slowly.
He took inside himself the feline instrument
that time had ineluctably oxidated.
He plugged in himself that true jaguar
like an endoscope is plugged in by a doctor.
An endoscope that can enter the night tenderly
with a spark, perhaps, or only a pulsating light.
Inhuman light. A portable voice.
A majestic sun. Lethal... jurassic.
Translation by Andrew Yencken
