My fate is Mercader, the trains crossing, whistling the snowy steppes.
Nothing can fool me anymore, not even the calm of this moment, today or tomorrow at the latest, the night will come and conceal us forever, Natasha!
Dawn finds me in my place as always, I open the doors of all the cages waiting for the beautiful white rabbits to return at some point, there will come a day when no one will remember us anymore.
We who lived in such tumultuous times.
(From the poetry collection Notre Dame)
Translated by Valerie Coulton and Vassilis Manoussakis