Njene se usne tope na mom vratu, uzdiše uz kožu u svetome mraku. Njen poljubac u vječnosti odzvanja. Moj dodir iz prošlosti izranja na površinu tijela antičkih oblika, na nježno lice nautičkih vidika. Potpuni stranci dvadeset sati skupa, trinaest u zagrljaju, stranice sličnosti u prekretanju. Unutra poznat mi je ispisani svijet, navire iz unutrašnjosti, […]
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Adriatic sea below me, still like ice,Scattered islands, thrown like a dice.Sea is coloured metal, and so is the sky;There is no horizon to separate you and I.Islands, rocks, bays, bays, and bays,Lie under a thin layer of clouds – whipped cream frozen in time.I see Venice below, and below is now far. *
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I paint great things in the sky; An airplane flying high, or A seagull and his red eye. In the distance – white clouds passing by, Lining up like a good rhyme. Above – anchor-shaped white trails Painted by planes waving goodbye, To some lands left behind And their antheap harbours, embarking into the