If I ever...

If I ever get around to submitting a dissertation (as impossible that is to imagine now), I'd like to put the following poem by Stanka Pencheva in the front:

Sleeplessness chase me
Outside
And collapsed upon me with all its might
The grandouise and fearsome
Night
The floating darkness of the sky was carrying
The Milky Way's thin mesh
Unbearably bright the stars
Were peircing my transparent flesh
And sucking me in with the mouth of a divinity
Was silently above me
Infinity

(translation is mine)