EN
…and the door is playing with me,
and I, in turn, with it;
Door: “Oh, my love, come in.”
Me: “Oh, my dear, I cannot.”
Door: “But come on, here’s the key.”
Me: “Oh no, what lies beyond?”
Door: “Don’t worry, come in, Beloved.”
Me: “But really, I don’t have the courage.”
Door: “Then stay on the threshold,
and never cross that threshold again!”
Me: “Oh, why are you tormenting me, Love?
As soon as I enter, something
takes hold of me.”
Door: “…”
Me: “Now you’re silent, my Beloved…
I’ll stay here forever on the threshold
and, exhausted, I’ll fall
onto the doormat.”
Door: “…“
Me: “Fine. I’ll go and look for another door.
A door that doesn’t play such
a strange game.
So I’m leaving…”
The door swings wide open
and remains silent…
Me: “Goodbye forever.”
Door: “Oh, don’t go.”
Me: “…”
Door: “Stay, after all, I won’t
lie to you anymore.”
Me: I’m looking for another door…
The story repeats itself over and over,
endlessly.
Door: “Oh, come in, My Love.”
Me: “I can’t, My Dear. I can’t come in…”
…
