in a tight cubicle
go out instead
can die bleeding
when the scab is torn off the wound
every time one touches another
In this collection, which title may be translated A Tinge of Departure, it is precisely a vague suggestion, that tinge that runs through all the poems. Together with melancholy and grief, this tinge is a vibrant presence on every page that cannot be encumbered with punctuations, capital letters or titles that tell you where a new text commences. It is a swift though demanding hike, but you should never enter the fatal night without a struggle, just as the work's introit suggests in Dylan Thomas' words: do not go gently into that good night/old age should burn and rave at the close of day/rage rage against the dying of the light.