April soundtrack

I’d love to die watching an apricot tree
Flourished and rained on
When is almost evening couch by the window
Right hand on the book I love
The other on the mug filled with
Gooseberry syrup

You’d wipe my palms and the corner of my eyes
I’d let you watch anything
You know when a child wants to sleep

The air in the room is thin
And I feel how my cheeks my fingers my forehead are getting cooler
I slowly close my eyes
Your tears shall melt in a sizzle
Their steam
Shall raise in the hillock of the room

Over your hair
You shall pull my motionless hand
Just like when we make up I believe

Translation by Corina Gina Papouis