I love you, the grey face in the grey
window of the coffee house - the face
with expectations.-
In the age of broken spears, ships,
masts - the heart full of
arrows - grey apathy in the eyes,
you would know: It spills
over us like a cascade of light
from the sky.
We will be able to look at
the swaying of the green seas
and see terrifying whirlpools,
sailors on masts,
without nervousnes.
Notes
translated by Katarina Jerin
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