Don’t give up Ines Don’t give in to age my Ines to different moves and habits Because your room is still warm Cozy setting and rarities You had better taste than me Your room splendor Your landlady in the hospital You were always distinctive by the colour of your letters, by the gifts She walked me, the next morning around nine, to the station And a green bus chased by autumn wind Like a leaf, going down a Belgrade slope Wearing my evening suit I am surrounded by stares Don’t give up, my youth, don’t give up Ines our acquaintance was long due and then by chance, with hot rakija and with just a few lines, a wish badly hidden Your way is ladylike and your cheeks rustic My bumpkin and my gentlewoman Then your breasts, bed And my room hanging in the air like orange Like an orange lamp under the green and blue waters of Zagreb in Proleterskih brigada 39. beside Grković Wet street further from the window and evening trolleys buzzing Beautiful moments of nostalgia, love and poverty Using communal bathroom and “Please if someone asks about me” Do not give up Ines Here I am getting up only to turn the record over Is that rude in a moment like this Mozart Requiem Agnus Dei I still prefer the beginning I have access to another million of hers and naughty data from our youth That, right there in front of our eyes, deceives us, and robs us, and leaves us Don’t give up Ines Tear up the invitation, cancel the dinner, cheat on your husband on your way for a hairdo in some better hotel Touch me under the table with your knee My generation, lover I know that there will still be youths But not another one like this – on average 1938 I won’t have anyone to stay young with if all of you get old And that youth will be difficult for me But in the end you must be right Because I am on this shore that you’ve left and surrendered half-heartedly And the rain is starting again the way it rains in November in the islands Lead sea and pine sky Distant voices in the mix Voice of a friend’s mother, daughter, lover, boat, brother rapidly picked up clothes before the rain And the light disappeared with the whiteness A bit more of walking by the sea and that’s it Do not give up Ines
Posted on: Tue, 18 Mar 2014 18:26:45 +0000