Manifest
Don’t expect anything from me.
Let’s just greet and part right away
each going his own way.
If you are here for some daily political dross,
you are in the wrong place.
Long time ago I moved to this house on the top the hill and I don’t socialise.
More and more I’m oblivious to the rules of good manners
unaware of the trembling details
of the world around me.
I’m not going to come up with any smart comments regarding that.
I have nothing to say.
I’m occupied by silence.
My capitulations are final.
I return my mind to the childhood and the naivete of youthfulness.
I refuse to let politics rule a single minute of my life.
Don’t expect my opinion, my mind has melted
and it belongs to no one anymore.
There is no movement I’m about to join,
or a flag that I’m going to notice.
Owned by no one, I’m giving up on people.
I’m tired of that cat trailing after me like a dog.
She has an identity problem,
while I peel indentities off of myself.
They are like lying little snake skins
unable to teach us anything.
I’m evolving into something unpredictable.
Don’t expect anything on an account of the old days.
That’s not something that continues from there where it once stopped.
That’s something that must be doused with petrol and set on fire
but ashes are not made of memories but facts
that the future doesn’t want to bother with.
Don’t expect anything at all from me.
We better say our goodbyes right away.
For the record, please note that this warning has been issued
in timely fashion.