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“Aqua blue”

Iskacena  na vrvot na horizontot,

kako da e visocina a ne ramna crta,

Obid i ocekuvanje kako zamena za nadez,

Sto li bese toa?

Dlaboko sino - crno so seta svoja lesnotija,

Istura kapki vo zamena za zivot,

Oslobodeno – oslobodena, koj li da znae,

Dali tezinata sekogas zavrsuva vo pregratkite na zemjata?

Prima i vraca, ljubi za da obljubuva,

Aqua blue i dijamatot koj smelo ja krsi svetlinata…

Samo mirisi na tela odmieni i cisti ,

Golotija na proleten dozd vo borba so kalta,

Necistotija pretvorena vo svetilina na kopnez …

Te primiv …

Te prifativ …

Te imam …

Ogledalo na dozdot ..... i Aqua blue ...

“Escort”

Who called you?

Who fallowed the smell of expensive perfume in the hallway?

No name, no address … cash in advance for fair play …

Dark hair, black eyes a touch of style to order, just to take,

Nothing to begin, hour or two lost time and nothing heavy to forsake ….

I invited you in for a dinner of starving lips, with a cheap taste,

Your time is money and I don’t want a minute to waste ….

Golden watch on the wrist is ticking up your time,

Closed eyes for a dream and a closed door hiding a crime …

Your role is on the bed in a screenplay written by my hand,

Don’t you just love the sound of your voice saying “On your demand”?

Heat and sweat in luxurious hotel is in it a catch for the night,

Nice young body in despair and everything is just alright…

You find your way in now it’s time for me to escort you out,

Keep your smile and don’t say a word, live the room with no doubt…

Escort service a love for sale just one phone call away,

They don’t know you and you don’t know who are they ….

Easy come and more easily go,

A curtain down, that’s when begins the real show….

.

тој сонува

во сонот гледа небо

не би требало да е такво

но, сфаќа, сон е

а таа е долу

е светица

и чуда прави

би сакал да вришти, до небото

но сон е

а тој се буди, а сонот сеуште трае

гледа небо, прекрасно сино

такво, какво би требало да биде

а таа е сеуште долу

да , светица е

и чуда прави

вришти до самото небо

сега небото може да го слушне

“Putokaz”

Neces se ti udaviti u mojim ocima kad saznas njhovu dubinu,

More soli odavno pesuseno ima samo tamnu mrlju,

Znam, potsetca na najtamniju noc koja nosi strah,

Pa tera decu u majcino krilo ne bi li ljubav cista donela jutro i zrak ….

Neces se ti izgubiti i nestati kad te progutaju,

Pa ti iskrama ceznje put belezim do srca,

I slep bio toplinom vodila bez njihove svetlosti

U ruke rasirene koje sam davno pruzila …

I cekam …

Cekam da mi dahom udahnes zivot na bezbozna usta,

Koje kunu,vredjaju, psuju  istim zarom kao sto vole,

Prose za kap vode umorne i zedne, grubost im mekocu skriva,

Okus limuna kiseo i gorak, znas da ga zele, znas da mole ….

Zazelela se ja jutra, posle dugog sna,

Da te u uglu sobe ugledam budnog posle neprospavane noci,

Neobrijanog kako uz sanljiv pogled galis moje pospano telo,

Pa da se u potpunosti predam, da sve crno obojim u belo …

I da, pozalices se Bogu na kolena koje klecaju pa ti korak sve manji,

Ruke nesmasne pa ti klize bez cilja,

Uste pohotne pa upijaju bez nasita …

A gde sam ja?

Svoj na svojem ….

“Simply YOU ….”

The wind again has changed his course,

Ruthless, selfish showing all his force ….  

 Me and my despite in the middle of desert,

With all the pain and hurt gathered together….

In battle again, against the sand, against the sun,

Feelings unleashed like wild mustangs in run….

Battle for You …. Battle against You ….. You is I ….

Learn to walk and then run …. Now fly ……  

Going south, pointed north who gives a damn ….

The journey has begun….   

You behind me, like a shadow when I want to be alone,

You in front of me like a target well known …..

You’re my desert wind, crazy enough to stay on that path of mine,

Blue horizon to eternity, desert like a straight line ….

“Selfish love”

Bitter taste of love, if you want to call it with a name,

Famous wall full of heads in a shiny hall of fame ….

One or two, more or less, the list is getting longer,

Weakening the weak but the strong are getting stronger …..

Selfish love like a meal served on a silver plate,

Human hart like a shape or symbol, tasty bait ….

So why do we ask for more with eternal hunger?

The only thing that make the older feel more younger ….

We breast feed each other with pure emotions coming from the deep,

Sometimes rarely in a shape of wolf, sometimes just a sheep …

Where do you see yourself when your wishes overcome your mind,

Are you brave enough to face the darkness, seek and you will find ….

You can’t run away from your mirror hanged above your head,

Every time you raise your eyes you will see if you are not afraid ….

Do you love me?