четвъртък, 14 април 2022 г.

Presenting Tatjana Vujovic Kostic, Montenegro

 1.

 

At night

at night my hair is like water

at night

at night I glide down into my shadow

to immerse myself in bath 


2.

 

Don’t listen...

because

cobwebs are in my centuries

in my eyes

don’t listen...

I’m bringing You

the notion of love

which is

the dust of all dusts

the scent

of all scents

and

the wrinkle of all wrinkles

because

the void is in my centuries

and the dust of the Sun

and the dust of the Water

listen...

the world is

on the other side of the hearing 


3.


Time is

like a desert wind

beware of Time

it brings along a thought with no

possession

Time is

Just

A desert wind


4. 

My darling

Tonight

we are 

the streets which no longer exist

 

tonight

we are 

just renamed names of

new loves

 

faultlessly

 

renamed names of

the streets which no longer exist

but still, we are the names which do not grow old

 

does anybody know

how this town can be heard

this town which mercilessly trampled us

mercilessly trampled to eternity

through the years

which search for us

in

years which do not grow old

 

and

 

does anybody know

does anybody know how this town can be observed

this town

which beheld us with its eyes

the eyes w2e share the same shadow with

the shadow which does not hide

 

oh my darling

the morning is a memory

the night was gods’ delusion

they left the distant Temple

 

oh

my darling

the morning is a memory

and

reality is motivated by poetry


5.


PEACE


White as a white verse

white as a  drum skin

absolutely pure as divinely enlightened

viciosly white as a 

white heart



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