To a god unknown
Translation by Juana Adcock
Laura Wittner
I can’t say if enough time has passed but I think I can now start idealising the pipe organ concert in the church that rendered us both speechless as we sheltered from the heat and rain. What did you think of? Did you close your eyes, like I did? Did you have, like me, the taste of coffee, vibrant on your tongue? I slipped my feet out of my sandals and placed them on a cool cushion upholstered in leatherette. You dropped a light coin. A diminutive clink was heard and we smiled. The organ charmed us like we were snakes and for a while it seemed to unravel a whole series of religious impressions in the sense of something we might call religion: something encompassing love and kindness leading directly to experience, that concrete mattress that shelters and shakes us.