The face
I want to paint your face.
Something tightens inside me, but I still want to draw that smile.
Oh, the cramp in my chest is so strong!
My eyebrows are furrowing. My hands, too, begin to curl.
Why is there no pencil? I long to draw – the smile, the joyful eyes.
There is nothing. Everything is empty.
But I… I remember that face.
Someone, please, help me! Help me to draw it.
Everything is frozen now. Everything has gone cold.
Please, help me! Warm my hands. Give me the brush!
I want so deeply to paint that face.
No!
I know you’re looking at me with disdain!
I know that those four corners are standing still, and the eyes aren’t blinking!
I can’t even see the lips…
But no!
I will paint you now, after you melt, after you calm down.
That smile I remember… I’ll paint it until it appears.
Please, someone… Warm my hands.