With a cup of Mexican coffee
I have no petals to count
(like I would with a daisy)
Still, I ponder:
Am I wanted, Am I wanted not
by that country
By that country I have fallen in love with
like with a film star
(platonic love, god knows what it's really like)
which plays on my heart like on a string instrument
but at the same time
wears a hostile grin
when I reach out
(getting there seems like climbing a Mayan pyramid)
With a cup of Mexican coffee
I tear off butterflies' wings instead of petals
(it hurts me as if I was them)
I feel unwanted by that country
pushed angrily away
with the only harbor I have there
an island flooded by wild waves
The mysterious island with an unusual name
Argel
středa 19. srpna 2015
neděle 9. srpna 2015
The Moon’s Nights with The Mexican Sun
Last night they talked. Behind him, as usual,
she could see blazing Mexican Sun, creating aura at the back of his dark hair. It
always evokes a religious picture in her, a feeling of coming to a source of warmth
and light. She is always in the dark, wrapped in the Czech night which
mercifully covers deep shadows of her own past. However, she shines in the
middle of that darkness. Her pale skin, fair hair and white face make her look
like the queen of the Moon or a pearl among dirty coal. It is because she is
illuminated by the Mexican Sun within his look and his smile. He has powers
which are dangerous to her because they could change all her planet and maybe
even the whole universe. She can already feel that something in the core of her
planet has become hot and red and that it might later erupt. It is scary, she
is scared. It is difficult to leave the known form, it is hard to leave the
known world. And he always brings her something new, something she didn’t know
existed in the real life and if it did, it was not for her. Nearly every time
he lays a new step for her as if she was locked in a Mayan tomb and he was
building a staircase for her to lead her from her darkness into the Sun. A man
who is kind to a woman. A man who openly tells her he loves her. A man who
gives up something he enjoyed only because it was making her uncomfortable. A
man who changes her priorities because his priority now is her. She still
cannot believe they are real. All she has known so far were men who were cold, not
receptive to her emotions, sexually using her, abandoning her when she needed
them most. That has made the Moon a planet with a seemingly colder look, shyly
appearing at night and again disappearing from the sky month after month from
fear of response when it showed too much of itself. But the Mexican Sun is not
giving up on her. He shines on her, sends all his warm energy in her direction
and she feels desire to be pulled closer by his gravity. That new sensation grips
her heart and sometimes she cannot concentrate or breathe. Sometimes it feels
like a disease. At the same time this is the law. The Sun and the Moon cannot
be without each other, they don’t make sense alone. The calling is inevitable.
After all, the world finds itself in a new millennium, the Earth survived the
alleged end of the world. Changes are bound to happen. The queen of the Moon is
transforming into an ordinary girl which is a painful process. She is deeply
touched by the man handing his heart to her. A precious heart of a man who she
respects and who she likes more and more as he reveals more to her about himself.
Sometimes
the Moon is visible in the sky during the day. Sometimes it looks like lace or
a brooch on an azure dress made for a garden party. It is subtle but pretty. Sometimes
it comes out in the sunshine, too. One day soon also the girl will meet her man
face to face in the broad light hoping that, being seen as she is with her
faults, she will remain his queen of the night. They talked last night. And it
already seems like hundred years ago. The Moon’s nights with the Mexican Sun
are measured by mysterious interplanetary time.
středa 5. srpna 2015
My Man's Name, My Inspiration
Amor, Láska, Love is sitting in a vineyard
- with leaves as green as a part of the Mexican flag
Roztomilá, Lovely as Prague
- especially when the Sun caresses her roofs as Argel would touch Tinka's arms
Glued to Tinka's heart, soul and mind
- but painlessly, not like a paper heart Argel is later going to read about
Electrical, with voltage so high that it makes the internet stuck
- and maybe even the storms Tinka hears behind Argel's windows as echo of her own hungry cries
Láska, Love, Amor, the same in Prague as in Mexico City
- yet with two faces, one tanned and one milky white
Luna, Moon, Měsíc, that's suddenly me, always draped in the velvet of the night
And he is the Sun, with the aura of Mexican light which cannot compete with his happy smile
Nopales with thorns but so tempting at the same time
Dali's wife who roasted Salvator's pet rabbit for dinner so that it would be with them all the time
Elevating poetics when he greeted me for the second time at midnight, a mysterious hour when hands of a clock finally meet each other
Racing heart when I imagine him touching and kissing me, desire
Organtine veil, maybe the same which Inanna had to give up during her descent to the underworld
Sun and the Moon who are going to meet and create their own universe which will last - in terms of seconds -
at least
forever
- with leaves as green as a part of the Mexican flag
Roztomilá, Lovely as Prague
- especially when the Sun caresses her roofs as Argel would touch Tinka's arms
Glued to Tinka's heart, soul and mind
- but painlessly, not like a paper heart Argel is later going to read about
Electrical, with voltage so high that it makes the internet stuck
- and maybe even the storms Tinka hears behind Argel's windows as echo of her own hungry cries
Láska, Love, Amor, the same in Prague as in Mexico City
- yet with two faces, one tanned and one milky white
Luna, Moon, Měsíc, that's suddenly me, always draped in the velvet of the night
And he is the Sun, with the aura of Mexican light which cannot compete with his happy smile
Nopales with thorns but so tempting at the same time
Dali's wife who roasted Salvator's pet rabbit for dinner so that it would be with them all the time
Elevating poetics when he greeted me for the second time at midnight, a mysterious hour when hands of a clock finally meet each other
Racing heart when I imagine him touching and kissing me, desire
Organtine veil, maybe the same which Inanna had to give up during her descent to the underworld
Sun and the Moon who are going to meet and create their own universe which will last - in terms of seconds -
at least
forever
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