Let us rap on the night’s door

and if its souls respond, it is because

it is awake…

and because it is awake

it will listen to the sound of our fear that resembles

the cries of birds migrating in the dark.

Each of us resembles the other when we escape

and we must not leave a trace

anywhere

not even on a molecule of air.

Let us rap on the night’s door

And hope it will open for us.

We leave our steps on the sand,

the snow,

the water…

Oh God, how didn’t we never notice

in which directions we used to drop

our feet!