you were a ghost
who never uttered
a word, kept paralyzed
in the jar of your mouth

colony of undefined
illusions
you were its only
and favorite child

you were walking
following moonlight

but we were too wounded
like piece of melted metal
we kept our hearts muted
looked through you

building the borders
between the worlds
that were out of sight.

she bloomed
as plague
in early 19th century
adored all shades of red
and taste of bloody tragedies

ignorant of the worst
tragedy of plague

but seeing him just once
she knew the wrath of skies
and learned
that worst was being plague
inside a single lung
of someone you so loved
and was forever part of

that worst was being here
deprived of any fear
of losing anyone
because the ones you knew
and loved
were all forever gone.

i broke a twig
and perished all my love

it flew away

like smell of dripping juice
through weakly breathing trunks

and rattled though my skull

this night i live
is just a tear
on cheeks
that dry till sore

nightmare is only what
we cannot stand a thought of
anymore.

i gaze upon your ruse
you're like wounds
that ooze

in crimson decadence
your form
is dripping sadness

in hands
that trusted you to hold them
when touch meant
all was lost
and cut were
ways to safe
careless days
of life

this curtain
thinned too much
i see you
even with closed
eyes.

he comes and goes
i come and stay

as if my time is longer

he asks and takes
i ask and give

as if heartbreak is normal

for everyone 
who knows the blame
it must be even stronger

this urge to serve
and urge to help

to ones who care no longer.

you're lulling me
on words
emerging
from the folds
between the sheets

i will forget more times
than usual

then ask you,
to remind me
please

no, no
it's not a mere 
caprice

but need

just like a drunker
i like to drink
all things
till their bottom

though bottomless myself.

my father was a man of picture
his brooding stare
sharpened by the cold

he wore the stones
deepened in the fiction
of his shortly cutted soul

his cup was full of liquid tar
that spilled as far
as eyes could see

he had his vision of someone
who just like him
was never there.

stand still and wait
this rope
is going down

my sense of pleight
is crumbling
falling under

before my eyes
an inch away
from touch

like lightning ball
colapses
through the night

i come
so other had
a chance to leave

somewhere
where staying
will be their mirth.

For years, I was holding any thoughts of becoming a Literary Translator at bay, mainly, because as a writer, I did not want to do anything else but write. But life has its own ways with us and every time I was fortunate enough to stumble across an amazing book, I was shown over and over again the sad side of the exquisite world of writing.

Most of the things you write half of the world will never have a chance to know just because it will never be translated.

But today, when I am seriously taking on the Literary Translation Mission, I more and more discover pitfalls that I think might be the reasons why Book Translation, even to the present day, stays a blurry spot in the world of Literature.

How can it be otherwise, you can say, considering how t...

remind me
how quiet beats the heart
once the love is dead?

how cold
all the hands in the world
suddenly feel

how senseless is
morning
and sinking in nights

how strange seems
the Sun
showing up 
through the clouds 
in the skies?

i cannot know
ahead

when turning
by mistake

away from
dreams

and towards
tears

sliding
on the ice of grieves

for all
that's lost

and all
that's gone

i hold a candle
prepeared to burn

there must be something
we dont know

till we ourselves 
are lost and gone.

may i tell you the thing
that never gets better
no matter how many times
you agree to repeat

no one is meant to walk
with a scorching feather
left in the crown of 
half-broken wing

ground can be heavy
holding you tighter
but soaring above
you can better live.

don't give me hope
for the days
that yet to come

stay with me
on the day
that is here

howling through night
holding so tight
even knowing
tomorrow won't come

more likely
today is all
we were ever destined to have.