אהבה וכישלון [Ahava V'Kishalon] [English translation]

I love it that you smell of cheap perfume

and how you make bedroom eyes at everyone

you try to get close to the image in your memory

to separate into aspects all that does not exist

I haul my loneliness around like a wounded friend

and know quite well that perhaps this is a lie

i see you still naked on the bed

and want more than anything to imprison you in the room

When the middle of August comes, and by accident again

we'll meet in the early morning, alone

i'll embrace you trembling1

and you'll smile

when the middle of August comes, and by accident again

we'll meet in the early morning, alone on the Ayalon2

suddenly a huge storm will hit

love and failure

We were violent like we knew from our homes

the tongue always lightly rests on the trigger of insults

who would dare to talk to you this way today

once the plaster disintegrated from all the yelling

I tried everything in order to wean myself from you

i washed my heart in all sorts of poison

you chase after me like a ghost

as if something important had not yet been settled

When the middle of August comes...

I watched from below, verifying the rumors

two intermingled shadows scattered salt on the lie

i never told you, perhaps you get it now

the two of you and my bicycle on the porch...

1. it: i'll fall trembling onto your neck2. a highway in Tel Aviv that is never empty 24x7x364(except Yom Kippur)

• Artist:Ran Danker