" I beg for a moment of peace in this flicker,
a moment of stopping, one moment of stillness.
I beg not to feel these butterflies, not to see their
color, not to hear their rustle, I beg not to feel.
I beg not to not want them, nor to want – let them
be, as they are, let me be, as I am.
That I would not love them, for a moment I would not love
them, for a moment they would blur for me, disappear and I
would stay all alone.
I beg for a single moment, to stay all
alone – surrounded by butterflies, free without butterflies.
Oh, I train my eyesight, so I wouldn’t see. I
wake my ears, so I wouldn’t hear. And I
beg for a name, that wouldn’t be called in a name. Say that I
have silenced. Say that you have silenced. Say that it’s silent. "

― Imants Ziedonis , Taureņu uzbrukums