Ne bo me

NE BO ME

Ne bo me v knjigi spominov,
pod črnim dežnikom besed.
Z vsakim ovinkom sem mimo,
pahnjen ob stene nebes.

Ne bo me v hiši veselja,
ne v trsu prečute noči,
v sivem mrtvilu osame
in v gubah zamujenih dni.

Ne bo me v zatonu poletja,
da bi kot zarja gorel.
Ne v vonju zatohlega cvetja.
Jaz bom z ognjem pojel.

Thanks my beloved Fabiana for translation

ON THIS SIDE OF WINDOW

It passed over in nights
rustled lights.
With wind in my hair
and birds in Storm
between branches
on dew of matured solitude.

Without harsh flare of pain
with no name
went above waiting world
to own silence
on the contrary.

It went over trough eyes
that fly by second
on tired gestures
in sharp white.

To first fold on boy's Cheek
it went over grooves
that grandfathers ploughing them
when you hear your secrecy
in lost noise



BAREFOOT

Again will be walking barefoot.
I am not feeling land.
I am not feeling grass.
I am not felling sand.
No leaves under legs.
Threads of clamps,
that they are tying up past
in these glass boots.

And it will hurt and be stinging,
and stroked to soles.
On ashes grey mornings,
to hazes of dreams.
To solar dawn of laughter
there and again back.

Again will be walking barefoot
that i keep you in mind
in flare of bright stars
that i keep my self in mind.


INVITATION

Eat lust from my hand.
I am angel of ugly words.
Master that teaches Margerita.
Horny puss on February Nights.

Drink up from well of pleasure.
I am Knight of round bed,
Japanese pellet in smile of geisha,
Whore who doesn't writte memories.

Dance in parterre of lust.
I am strings that cracks as whip,
if i meet woman again
who couldn't realy love.




love.you.. few changes in a few of the words..
love you