If you want to tell me
about something beautiful,
tell me about a rose ribbon
in the morning sky,
tell me about a snowy forest
beneath the stars:
tell me about silence.
If you want to tell me
about something pleasant,
tell me about woollen socks
with colourful stripes,
tell me about hot chocolate
with whipped cream –
tell me about yourself.
If you want to tell me
about something secret,
tell me about the relaxing song
of April raindrops,
or about the running thought
of an animator.
Tell me about prejudice.
And when you finally give me
the chance to talk,
I'll tell you how
I already know such things.
I'll tell you about
you being unable to awe me –
I listened without learning anything new.
