EN
…and so it came to pass that you gave me a cage.
A cage full of tenderness and sweet words.
A cage of nameless words.
And what did I give you in return?
Silence, anticipation, flattery, hints,
desire and a sense of uncertainty,
rejection, false misunderstanding. —
My dear, I have a commitment to you,
but it creeps up slowly, like a dead fish
and then it stinks.
…and so it came to pass that I gave you a story,
a story called life.
In life, my dear, people leave each other physically,
but across the narrow bridge of friendship,
one can walk until the end. —
And what of the cage?
And what of the little bird drinking water from the well?
And what of that cat,
and what of that bridge,
and what of that hill
with the temple of three cherry trees and one cherry tree? —
Who will water the withered cherry tree?
Is it to be me,
or someone else? —
Choose, my dear. —
