SBB - Memento z banalnym tryptykiem

There is nothing quite extraordinary
In the consumption of the fruit
Nor the fruit itself

Apple a small planet in the orchard of the macrocosm
You raise it and shake it down
Water and fire

Perhaps only the crossing of the boundary
Between the green and the white
A tasting grove
Amidst russet fields

Daughter little lady with an apple in her hand
With a clever little beast
The deceitful ermine of hope

Nothing here is easier than salvation
Of flea market paintings
Of the father releasing
An arrow in the direction of the son

The tempted and the temptress
Of the elegant islander
Who for a long time denied
Mankind the hope
Of leaving the earth

Daughter
The slain lay amongst the apples in the orchard