Now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still.
This one time upon the earth,
let’s not speak any language,
let’s stop for one second,
and not move our arms so much.
It would be a delicious moment,
without hurry,
without locomotives.
All of us would be together in a sudden uneasiness…
If we weren’t unanimous about
keeping our lives so much in motion,
if we could do nothing for once,
perhaps a great silence
would interrupt this sadness,
this never understanding ourselves
and threatening ourselves with death.
Perhaps the earth is teaching us when
everything seems to be dead
and then everything is alive.
Now I will count to twelve
and you keep quiet and I’ll go.