Last year.. Refik Martinović

 

 I still remember
 that summer
 and our first meeting
 in a train with two passengers
 who dreamed
 kisses of sky and sea
 the blue sea and the cry of the seagulls
 and on hot sand
 written names
 while at the window
 promoted ripe cereal fields
 houses and trees
 who were chasing
 with a flock of pigeons
 which was waiting for its station.

 I still remember
 our summer
 when I persuaded the wind
 to play with your blonde hair
 and hide all your sorrows
 to run barefoot
 along the banks of a dreamy river
 while the ears caress our face
 and we reap with kisses
 the first bundles of love.

 I still remember
 hot summer
 when I promised you
 that I will turn off the city lights
 and turn on the full moon
 to illuminate your restless breasts
 to say goodbye together
 red sunsets
 and we embrace the silence of the night
 let him sleep in our arms.

 I still remember
 this unforgettable year
 and nights that are on fire
 burned until morning
 and the scent of passion
 beneath which are crickets
 they sang their songs tirelessly
 and the birds made their nests
 in which to keep
 our oaths to eternity.
 ...That was
     our last year
     a lot of zeal and love
     pain and sorrow
     the summer that followed
     all our trains
     sea ​​and seagulls
     longings and smells
     waiting and twilight
     tired Moon
     and pale stars
 ... and you forgot
     those who are because of you
     became poets.