From the section TRANSLATIONS

is a word now. Occasionally, when it becomes apparent, it makes me discontent.

I am not mindful of certain dates and events, movements,

maxims, compromises… It lasts for a length of time that usually

cannot be measured by verses. And still, I frequently

pray that it exists, to cover the intruded bitterness.

Look, I have forgotten the Spanish word for happiness

and the equivalent for our word — silence. The content of spy novels

I consign to forgetfulness: you can easily oblige me with

different plots. In an instant I cannot remember the taste of mint

tea or rice. I forget for how many times I have dreamt

about insects crawling on the bed. (Is it possible that I am storing less things

in my memory?) That is how I have forgotten the way

in which Otto Weininger decided to rise above life.

Still, the existence of forgetfulness relieves the daily routine.

With such forgetfulness I retrieve conditions for the sojourn in reality;

it is through remembering that I am recreating poetry.

From case to case — I fete forgetfulness.

is a word now. Occasionally, when it becomes apparent, it makes me discontent.

I am not mindful of certain dates and events, movements,

maxims, compromises… It lasts for a length of time that usually

cannot be measured by verses. And still, I frequently

pray that it exists, to cover the intruded bitterness.

Look, I have forgotten the Spanish word for happiness

and the equivalent for our word — silence. The content of spy novels

I consign to forgetfulness: you can easily oblige me with

different plots. In an instant I cannot remember the taste of mint

tea or rice. I forget for how many times I have dreamt

about insects crawling on the bed. (Is it possible that I am storing less things

in my memory?) That is how I have forgotten the way

in which Otto Weininger decided to rise above life.

Still, the existence of forgetfulness relieves the daily routine.

With such forgetfulness I retrieve conditions for the sojourn in reality;

it is through remembering that I am recreating poetry.

From case to case — I fete forgetfulness.

is a word now. Occasionally, when it becomes apparent, it makes me discontent.

I am not mindful of certain dates and events, movements,

maxims, compromises… It lasts for a length of time that usually

cannot be measured by verses. And still, I frequently

pray that it exists, to cover the intruded bitterness.

Look, I have forgotten the Spanish word for happiness

and the equivalent for our word — silence. The content of spy novels

I consign to forgetfulness: you can easily oblige me with

different plots. In an instant I cannot remember the taste of mint

tea or rice. I forget for how many times I have dreamt

about insects crawling on the bed. (Is it possible that I am storing less things

in my memory?) That is how I have forgotten the way

in which Otto Weininger decided to rise above life.

Still, the existence of forgetfulness relieves the daily routine.

With such forgetfulness I retrieve conditions for the sojourn in reality;

it is through remembering that I am recreating poetry.

From case to case — I fete forgetfulness.

is a word now. Occasionally, when it becomes apparent, it makes me discontent.

I am not mindful of certain dates and events, movements,

maxims, compromises… It lasts for a length of time that usually

cannot be measured by verses. And still, I frequently

pray that it exists, to cover the intruded bitterness.

Look, I have forgotten the Spanish word for happiness

and the equivalent for our word — silence. The content of spy novels

I consign to forgetfulness: you can easily oblige me with

different plots. In an instant I cannot remember the taste of mint

tea or rice. I forget for how many times I have dreamt

about insects crawling on the bed. (Is it possible that I am storing less things

in my memory?) That is how I have forgotten the way

in which Otto Weininger decided to rise above life.

Still, the existence of forgetfulness relieves the daily routine.

With such forgetfulness I retrieve conditions for the sojourn in reality;

it is through remembering that I am recreating poetry.

From case to case — I fete forgetfulness.

is a word now. Occasionally, when it becomes apparent, it makes me discontent.

I am not mindful of certain dates and events, movements,

maxims, compromises… It lasts for a length of time that usually

cannot be measured by verses. And still, I frequently

pray that it exists, to cover the intruded bitterness.

Look, I have forgotten the Spanish word for happiness

and the equivalent for our word — silence. The content of spy novels

I consign to forgetfulness: you can easily oblige me with

different plots. In an instant I cannot remember the taste of mint

tea or rice. I forget for how many times I have dreamt

about insects crawling on the bed. (Is it possible that I am storing less things

in my memory?) That is how I have forgotten the way

in which Otto Weininger decided to rise above life.

Still, the existence of forgetfulness relieves the daily routine.

With such forgetfulness I retrieve conditions for the sojourn in reality;

it is through remembering that I am recreating poetry.

From case to case — I fete forgetfulness.

is a word now. Occasionally, when it becomes apparent, it makes me discontent.

I am not mindful of certain dates and events, movements,

maxims, compromises… It lasts for a length of time that usually

cannot be measured by verses. And still, I frequently

pray that it exists, to cover the intruded bitterness.

Look, I have forgotten the Spanish word for happiness

and the equivalent for our word — silence. The content of spy novels

I consign to forgetfulness: you can easily oblige me with

different plots. In an instant I cannot remember the taste of mint

tea or rice. I forget for how many times I have dreamt

about insects crawling on the bed. (Is it possible that I am storing less things

in my memory?) That is how I have forgotten the way

in which Otto Weininger decided to rise above life.

Still, the existence of forgetfulness relieves the daily routine.

With such forgetfulness I retrieve conditions for the sojourn in reality;

it is through remembering that I am recreating poetry.

From case to case — I fete forgetfulness.

is a word now. Occasionally, when it becomes apparent, it makes me discontent.

I am not mindful of certain dates and events, movements,

maxims, compromises… It lasts for a length of time that usually

cannot be measured by verses. And still, I frequently

pray that it exists, to cover the intruded bitterness.

Look, I have forgotten the Spanish word for happiness

and the equivalent for our word — silence. The content of spy novels

I consign to forgetfulness: you can easily oblige me with

different plots. In an instant I cannot remember the taste of mint

tea or rice. I forget for how many times I have dreamt

about insects crawling on the bed. (Is it possible that I am storing less things

in my memory?) That is how I have forgotten the way

in which Otto Weininger decided to rise above life.

Still, the existence of forgetfulness relieves the daily routine.

With such forgetfulness I retrieve conditions for the sojourn in reality;

it is through remembering that I am recreating poetry.

From case to case — I fete forgetfulness.

is a word now. Occasionally, when it becomes apparent, it makes me discontent.

I am not mindful of certain dates and events, movements,

maxims, compromises… It lasts for a length of time that usually

cannot be measured by verses. And still, I frequently

pray that it exists, to cover the intruded bitterness.

Look, I have forgotten the Spanish word for happiness

and the equivalent for our word — silence. The content of spy novels

I consign to forgetfulness: you can easily oblige me with

different plots. In an instant I cannot remember the taste of mint

tea or rice. I forget for how many times I have dreamt

about insects crawling on the bed. (Is it possible that I am storing less things

in my memory?) That is how I have forgotten the way

in which Otto Weininger decided to rise above life.

Still, the existence of forgetfulness relieves the daily routine.

With such forgetfulness I retrieve conditions for the sojourn in reality;

it is through remembering that I am recreating poetry.

From case to case — I fete forgetfulness.

is a word now. Occasionally, when it becomes apparent, it makes me discontent.

I am not mindful of certain dates and events, movements,

maxims, compromises… It lasts for a length of time that usually

cannot be measured by verses. And still, I frequently

pray that it exists, to cover the intruded bitterness.

Look, I have forgotten the Spanish word for happiness

and the equivalent for our word — silence. The content of spy novels

I consign to forgetfulness: you can easily oblige me with

different plots. In an instant I cannot remember the taste of mint

tea or rice. I forget for how many times I have dreamt

about insects crawling on the bed. (Is it possible that I am storing less things

in my memory?) That is how I have forgotten the way

in which Otto Weininger decided to rise above life.

Still, the existence of forgetfulness relieves the daily routine.

With such forgetfulness I retrieve conditions for the sojourn in reality;

it is through remembering that I am recreating poetry.

From case to case — I fete forgetfulness.

is a word now. Occasionally, when it becomes apparent, it makes me discontent.

I am not mindful of certain dates and events, movements,

maxims, compromises… It lasts for a length of time that usually

cannot be measured by verses. And still, I frequently

pray that it exists, to cover the intruded bitterness.

Look, I have forgotten the Spanish word for happiness

and the equivalent for our word — silence. The content of spy novels

I consign to forgetfulness: you can easily oblige me with

different plots. In an instant I cannot remember the taste of mint

tea or rice. I forget for how many times I have dreamt

about insects crawling on the bed. (Is it possible that I am storing less things

in my memory?) That is how I have forgotten the way

in which Otto Weininger decided to rise above life.

Still, the existence of forgetfulness relieves the daily routine.

With such forgetfulness I retrieve conditions for the sojourn in reality;

it is through remembering that I am recreating poetry.

From case to case — I fete forgetfulness.

is a word now. Occasionally, when it becomes apparent, it makes me discontent.

I am not mindful of certain dates and events, movements,

maxims, compromises… It lasts for a length of time that usually

cannot be measured by verses. And still, I frequently

pray that it exists, to cover the intruded bitterness.

Look, I have forgotten the Spanish word for happiness

and the equivalent for our word — silence. The content of spy novels

I consign to forgetfulness: you can easily oblige me with

different plots. In an instant I cannot remember the taste of mint

tea or rice. I forget for how many times I have dreamt

about insects crawling on the bed. (Is it possible that I am storing less things

in my memory?) That is how I have forgotten the way

in which Otto Weininger decided to rise above life.

Still, the existence of forgetfulness relieves the daily routine.

With such forgetfulness I retrieve conditions for the sojourn in reality;

it is through remembering that I am recreating poetry.

From case to case — I fete forgetfulness.