недеља, 04. новембар 2012.

THE CAMEL SALOON

THE CAMEL SALOON




SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 4, 2012

FOR THOSE, THESE AND FUTURE TIMES

by Tatjana Debeljacki

Keep this heavy prayer as a secret

I ask you to go because I love you

Prayers for mercy and salvation

I sink into their silence.

Passion freezes in us

With its honest scream,

With a vowel and a consonant,

And we would, and we’d not,

Or we would, and would, but...

Love shoots in its core,

Mollified and coddled,

Yet I speak about my heart.

Meet me.

There is the one who will remember

And in the silence dare

Add, deduct and love again.

Meet me, you the first and the last one.

What do free acts and thoughts restrict?

An image grown from the words hides the rainbow

God is the witness of the fragile flow,

Slave driver.

Jealousy does not sharpen you

You are defeated by safety

And deceived by the mirror reflecting you as one

With a prelude, a quibble

Years, years and swallows .

Love named by my name, his surname,

Thank to your heart and faith.

Nothing remains but

The mighty anticipation.



THE CAMEL SALOON