Translated by Gergana Dadova

a squirrel was making pickled bananas
he stopped and thought
“if a man sees this
and recounts
what he has seen here he
would be considered mad when the truth is that I
am the mad one to make pickles in the middle of
the eternal summer” and he continued adding spices
while a man in the distance
was slapping his own face

you sneak around silently                           
like a cockroach in the night
to take revenge on those
who robbed you
when suddenly the light
comes on and you hide
in the corner from which you came
you realize that you were the one
who was stealing from yourself
and when you feel the reflection
of the revenge on yourself
you realize that after all
you should still do it – take revenge on yourself
but not like a cockroach in the night