March
Violin concert in “A” minor, J. S. Bach
For a certain time I had two souls,
One, more docile and silent
The other, commanding and insecure of its seniority,
Both being lovely,
But one of them stranger like the distant ocean
That floated from a star to my body,
To give me and take away from me, the hope of being another,
To wear a more genuine face in front of mine.
Two souls, I had
That they danced between Bach and the salt of my eyes,
Two souls and a detachment,
Heavy as metal,
Bloody as the cruelties of the settler,
An so sad
That nothing on this earth
Could melt my souls’ separate parts
In mine.