As if I have a permanent appointment with her Here is the earth completing its cycle Here is time bearing an apple Shall we meet? I found no one but her A woman going I found no one but her An approaching dagger As if her steps are a surprise Death comes suddenly As if I have a permanent appointment with her I was late.. I hurried.. Your emptiness is full A moon I love you, or should I breathe? Wait for the lips, or the thunderbolt? Your body has a voice Reminds me of birth When I die (And it is my habit to die a lot) I was late I hurried like a thunderbolt!... And I write about you Countries are occupied by others And I draw in you a horse And others steal it And I write and draw.. Your arms were the opener of sadness and flowers I was returning to the earth I was smelting in your palm Stone and your emptiness was filled with a moon, As if I have a permanent appointment with her, Here is the earth completing its cycle Here is time bearing an apple And time has a hand That caresses me once, And kills me once, O time, be her hand So I can see you O time, be her hand So I can see her