The last dance.. Refik Martinovic

From the beginning
we have been alone in the shadows of life
while the years touch the days that run headlong
in ignorance
and we never knew
whether we existed
or lived in dreams
in meetings and farewells
in anticipation of nonsense that even break and stone love
and last as long as we live.

And everything as if it was yesterday
you came into my life
and pressed your notes against my cheek
Whilw my arm
wrapped around your waist
and from the slumberous city
a wonderful ballad was heard
while in darkness we stole
the scents of the night
even though
we know everything would pass
and that we would cry
when the rain washed away
the days of our love
and the pain groaned
and hunted our memories
as long as life flows.

So, come my dear
to once again
at least in dreams and memories
graft the kisses
with the scent of jasmine
that comes from somewhere
let the fire of longing
burn on our lips
as we wait for the drunken dawns
and sew up the wounds
of vanished youth
... let my gentle hand dance
around your waist
for the last time.