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Wed 21 Feb, 2007 07:10 pm
The blue cherry
By my window, every evening, the moon stops
and what it meets in the street, it offers to my view
then it brings the wind, and with it, it brings the blue closer
and in that picture, which only silver can make
my wish to see you in the night trembles continuously.
We watch each other, covered with moonlight, my love and I,
we wait and don't anticipate the boar which comes with the wind,
in that pile of silence we don't feel the fire of loneliness
but with cries and the rhythm of heart we lean the dearest pain,
that in shivering of the knees it wouldn't discover the broken soul.
Then suddenly, under the thoughts, the blue cherry shivers,
the glow is not sluggish and the tops of the sky lay on the bricks.
Dark shades disappear and a bit of desire comes into the room
the body becomes the action place, the strength grows with breath
and from the mountains to the valley your transparent petals blossom.
The water that flows through my veins dances like a flame,
the springs of its flows entwine the thin strings of gentleness,
the net of joy spreads over the valley in which the drops grow
and you appear the in air and fire, around and water
to every corner of my body you add the smile of the stars.
Nobody touches me with their feelings, when your are in me,
nobody's hands look for me, while you melt in my soul
but restlessness appears in the pores, for there is thirst in heaven,
like when the clouds sit in the valley soaked with sun
and instead of the rain, the finger of sadness touches their memories.
Where, where did you go tonight, my dear quail?
When in a moment you disappeared and escaped into the lap of darkness?
Are you afraid of the smell of blue cherry and its ripen outline
that you leave purposeless waiting in me, like a comfort for crying?
Where, where did you hide tonight in this dry weather?
I would like to round you forever, with the ring,
and to visit my dear, the mornings in witch your breasts breathe,
in the dusk of the day, to run in the happy meadows of joy
and to wait for the moonlight in the bed with you,
to decrease the fatigue with embraces of our hot lips.
Don't disappear by the sea shore, and don't leave in the mountain tops,
but go and look for my love with the golden shell,
and in the taste of blue cherry, all your fears will vanish
and you will again, like before, fly in the tame horizon,
instead of red fog, the rest will spread in your eyes.
Zal Kopp
A spark of silence
With softness of pink lace you dress your body
and the height of your honey breast you put on me
and with shivering fingers, those gentle pigeons,
in fragrant buds, with soft colours you land.
Intoxicated with sweet blossom of sighs my pupils
in hot love of your playful body they sing
and with red breath of rose petals they start to bud,
in touches of endless shivers of closeness in blossom.
You treat with lust of entwined pink light
and in easy dance of boiling groins you enjoy,
and with a spark of silence, you observe my palms in astonishment
as they sail through the air to the water colour of your body.
You meet them and kiss with wet spectrum of lips
you are happy for the love embrace in my eyes
and carried with sight with which I have always loved you
with mighty pleasures, constantly, you flow to me.
Zal Kopp
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