Chapter Thirty-Three
I fell down and crawled at a run,
the poplar was pitiless, the lake a wasteland, the shadow a palm’s width,
should I hide in the grave, my soul like a lump in the throat?
The earth quaked behind my back, the sky fell.
What races are these ulak, kupkari, payvak?
There is no c***k for you, no hollow, no hole,
the reinforced concrete walls are rotten, the curtains dishevelled,
the neighing of the horses, the rolling thunder guffawed.
Was this voice a loudspeaker?
If you soar into the sky one of the horses is a falcon,
if you drown in the water the other horse is a diver!
Ah, water and blue sky, they say it’s a tornado.
I was tired of being afraid, I turned back
and said to one of the horses as to a human:
‘Do what you want, trample, f**k me!’
At that momen
