Our last summer… Refik Martinović

 

I still remember

 that summer

 and our first meeting

 in a train with two passengers

 who dreamed

 kisses of the sky and the sea

 the blue sea and the cry of seagulls

 and on the hot sand

 written names

 while they are at the window 

 promoted ripe wheat fields

 houses and trees

 who were chasing each other

 with a flock of pigeons

 which was waiting for its station.

 I still remember

 our summer

 when I coaxed the wind

 to play with your blonde hair

 and hide all your sorrows

 to chase each other barefoot

 along the banks of a dreamy river

 while the ears caressed our face

 and we reaped with kisses

 the first bundles of love.

 I still remember

 hot summer

 when i promised you

 that I will turn off the lights of the city

 and light the full moon

 to light up your troubled chest

 to send off together

 red sunsets

 and we embrace the silence of the night

 who slept in our arms.

 I still remember

 that unforgettable summer

 and nights that are on fire

 burned until morning

 and the smell of passion

 below which are vowels

 tirelessly sang their songs

 and the birds built their nests

 in which they kept

 our oaths for eternity.

 ...That was it

     our last summer

     lots of enthusiasm and love

     pain and sorrow

     the summer that followed

     all our trains

     sea ​​and seagulls

     longings and smells of agave

     waiting and twilight

     the tired Moon

     and faint stars

 ...and you forgot

     those who are because of you

     became poets.