Inherit your childhood from the album.
Transmit the silence
that widens and narrows like
a flock of birds.
In your palms preserve
the irregularly shaped snowball
and the drops that slide along the lifeline.
Say the prayer
with your lips closed:
the words are seeds falling in a flowerpot.
Silence in the womb can be learnt.
Try to be born
like a big clock hand after midnight
and the seconds will overtake you at once.
Translated by: Makedonka Božinovska