( Segundo poema do Ciclo Sonya's Fairytale )
... right in front of the approaching train
a woman and a man fuck in the snow.
Consider, my soul, this texture of stubbornness and quiet:
as she falls and rises above him in the air,
he wants her and he does not want her, he wants
her with the promise of that fullness.
Consider this approaching train in which the conductor whistles,
rings the bell and shouts
as if refusing to believe they are deaf.
Consider, my soul, the deafness
and the man, its earthly vehicle.
The train stops, the conductor whispers
May you win the lottery and spend it all on doctors!
The woman straightens her coat, and laughs ---
" One of us had to stop first, sir. I couldn't. "
   Kaminsky, Ilyá. Bailando en Odesa ( Edição Bilingue). Madrid: Libros del Aire, 2012, p 116.