Between death upon my chest
or the poems in my notebooks.
Choose love… or lovelessness,
for it is cowardice not to choose.
There is no middle ground
between heaven and hell.
Cast your cards one by one —
I will abide by any choice.
Speak, react, storm!
Don’t stand there like a nail.
I cannot remain forever stalled,
like straw beneath the rains.
Choose a fate between the two —
Ah, how leaden our destinies are.
You are exhausted… and afraid.
Dive into the sea or walk away.
There is no sea without dizziness;
love is a great confrontation.
A voyage against the current,
a crucifixion, punishment, and tears,
even escape beneath the moons.
Your fear is killing me, oh girl,
while you play behind curtains.
I do not believe in a love
that does not bind the monster of the revolution,
that does not tear down every wall,
that does not strike like a hurricane.
Ah, if only your love would devour me,
would hurl me like a hurricane…
I chose you, so now you choose —
between death upon my chest
or the poems in my notebooks.
There is no middle ground
between heaven and hell.
