limbi străine

imaginea utilizatorului Trinity

Drapeau blanc

t’was war as we knew it
a thousand fears in a jar
labelled ‘eau de thè’
a cloud blown over our heads by no man's wind
and still turned the world that we knew
and all that you were
your wrist
tossing a thousand pancakes
your lips
blowing a thousand kisses in a row
your nights
holding my silhouette
amongst a thousand faces
I have no more use for this shield
or this sword
whoever gave them to me
can take them back
I hold myself hostage to
a thousand years of peace

imaginea utilizatorului survivivore

Wasted theourgia

I constructed concave icons
The consecrated
took it forever
to spiral outwards tongue-knitted eights
to avoid the dentoid void
under sinking muzzles

I brought ambrosia
like Moses
I amassed a masculine manna
to gloss amongst those alms doses

In liveable conclaves
I laved their feet
with waves of livelong lava
I gave their ventricles velvet valves

imaginea utilizatorului Aranca

à toi


© Marina Nicolaev

comme un miroir printanier
ton visage reste encore jeune
dans la beauté musicale de tes mots
dans ta lumière
dans ton jardin secret
cet instantané de soleil
garde l’écho
simplement moi
durant tout l’hiver
je pense à toi.

imaginea utilizatorului Trinity

Lady of the rings

the world is pouring into you
a waterfall
a rush
a once in a lifetime
you drink your usual earl grey

milk, no sugar
under a pile of clouds
you feed your pigeons in squares
and think:
am I too old for this
what shall I wear tonight?

your streets are blushing with joy
like the cheeks of a woman in love
I too am in your blood,
a cocktail of sounds,
I hold a little boy’s hand
and in his eyes,
two blue wide screens,
you slowly open up your robes
and wave

Pagini

Subscribe to limbi străine