Black Continent

No, you are not responsible for this wound
that bears the size of a continent
one that has been nurtured by my heart for years
It still remains to be seen but I prefer to think
that God sends you over just to heal it
with a love that matches its size, if not bigger

Still how could I stop wondering, for I know
stars are not supposed to collide with gaseous dust
So please tell me, Where? where was the start
of this unlikely eventuality. You know, you and me

Perhaps this has nothing to do with the food we ate
I don't remember I had any at all
Hunger was not a word just for the stomach
Life was starving for real stars
False stars are forever worse than no stars
Still, you might be right
food grown out of the black soil burns with rage
and radiates with fire. Passion is in our bones
The only drawback is that passion also scorches
and destroys. Too much love is not always good

Now, tell me, are you the same beauty
in the color of that great continent?
I used to throw myself under your feet
Oh, that river-less black continent
with its great fertility once moved me to tears
I saw hope, brilliant sunset and fresh air
all at once in front of my starving eyes
I had no reason not to sing
I had no reason not to love

However, it was so easy for you to freeze over
Life can be so harsh for so long
Your beautiful flesh becomes a hardened shell
The cruelty is much too deep for my fragile heart
And I was easily smashed into pieces
in your magnificent cold
Also frozen was my well of sweet tears
Like the way I was born
I become a loveless child once again
ill and trembling in whistling wind, ice and snow
Thus preserving this spectacular wound

Maybe I have wished for too much
the rich soil and your fleshy body
are all too good for me
the little me, the humble me, the undeserving me
But how could love discriminate?
Tell me - where do these invisible horns,
merciless thorns and thistles come from?
Is my innocence forever the prey of ruthless love?

But no! I refuse to believe
any contradiction of that size
cold does not rule everything
an immense beauty can't be all false
I still dream of you like a teenager
I was when the wound opened up to swallow
the entire black continent of fertility from my eyes
I wanted to suck your supple breasts
like the child I was, hungry for big love
magnificent love is also fatal love

I massage my wound day and night
to feel the pain, pain of love
to fall in love thus to experience
the pain of deeper and sharper variety
I live and die for thy black beauty

I can't open my arms to you yet
But I know you are a star, born to shine
to brighten the sky over an entire continent
Yet you chose the deduction route
and dissolve your stardom to dust
this is how we meet, the eventuality
Good fortune or misfortune
let it be the size of a continent
the black continent

May, 1997