si la muerte

nie mieć siły do życia
to ciężki grzech.
chyba nawet śmiertelny. 

zastanawiam się, czemu żyję.
i czuję się winna.
jest mi po prostu głupio.

 

 

if death…
if death comes and asks for me
do me a favor and tell it to come back tomorrow
because my debts haven’t been canceled
nor have I finished a poem
nor have I arranged my clothes for the trip
nor have I delivered a package
nor have I locked my drawers

nor have I told my friends what I have to tell them
nor have I felt the scent of an unborn rose
nor have I dug up my roots
nor have I written an overdue letter
because I haven’t even washed my hands
nor have I met a son
nor have I walked through unknown countries
nor do I know the sea’s seven sails

if death should come
tell it please that I’m aware
that it has to wait
because haven’t kissed my girlfriend goodbye
because I haven’t shaken hands with my family
nor have I blew the dust off my books
nor have I whistled my favorite song
nor have I reconciled with my enemies
tell it I haven’t tried suicide,
nor have I seen my people free

tell it, if you want, to come back tomorrow
because it’s not that I’m afraid, but I haven’t even…
tell it, if you want, to come back tomorrow
because it’s not that I’m afraid, but I haven’t even…
tell it, if you want, to come back tomorrow
because it’s not that I’m afraid, but I haven’t even…
tell it, if you want, to come back tomorrow
because it’s not that I’m afraid, but I haven’t even…
started to walk my path.

[Diamanda Galas, Si la muerte]