The Image of a Black Songtext
von Negro Leo

One morning as the sky was already growing light
I woke from a very deep dream
To find that the images that had come to me in my dream
Remained before my eyes as vividly as if the things had been true


Especially, the image of a black, scabby Brazilian
Whom I had never seen before
This image mostly disappeared when I diverted myself
By fixing my eyes on a book or some other object

But as soon as I turned them away from that object
Without fixing them attentively on anything else
The same image of the same black man appeared to me
With the same vividness, and so it went on and off
Until the image gradually disappeared from my visual field