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Can’t change a light bulb
Without burning the fingers,
Can’t fall in love
Without burning the nostrils –
I fall in love with cherry blossoms,
I fall in love with spring flamingos,
I fall in love with rose whispers –
the soft monotony of early spring!
The flowers are cross-legged as Buddhas
Rehearsing the asanas on my nose,
Sometimes I think my lips are ghosts
Remote as the Moon.
All cherries are the answers to my questions,
All cherries bloom between my dream and nothing,
The moon has risen over Brussels –
Fish-shaped and of the salmon colour.
I hopefully one day will learn to change a lightbulb
Without harm, without doubt,
But first I learn to fall in love,
Without shutting
the silence of the leaves –
without saying a word.