Poezie
december 8
my day
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one day the wind will blow
how well I love
I wonder whether I learned the smile
do I understand what is natural or not
how many sunsets did I miss, how many kisses
did I have enough mornings barefoot
with that bitter taste of blended gin
and the morose or maybe shy sunlight
on my eyelids
how close was I to the edge and jumping
the wind will blow and I want everything
not tomorrow, not later
love smoke that burns my lungs
and the thin air on the loneliness rocks
I want to be high to put fire on my coats
to paste the blue jeans on my thighs
the cleaving waters, as in mom\'s belly
calmly loping
leaves falling like two birds fighting
steps of a child
ardor sleepless nights amongst letters
amongst sheets
unstoppable pains that must be yelled
the roulette spinning together with myself
all these and more
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