He sharpens in the night
his beak white stones hanging from the sky
and whispers:
- Come
I sit down next to you.
I tuck you wings.
In your cage I'm shelter.
A fenced cage blond hair.
Close your lively blue padlock
and pull the latch.
- You are deceiving
The creator of dreamlike visions desires and lust,
as a white wave it hits me
the white wave of a heavenly moon.
You will be my food
and I yours
and we merge in the long bones
of desire, bitter, barren.
eyes of reality will become just cold metal
. cold metal on my skin
tasted of your bill.
I will close my eyes forever.
and I will drowning them
in a sea of dreams,
with whose poison
I get drunk every night.
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POEMS (English version)
PoetryHere are some translated poems from my native language in English .it's not a easy thing ,cause i wanted to keep the same melody of verse and also to keep the same meaning of it . If there are grammatical errors please don't be so hard on me . I...
