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BLUE JELLYFISH
foggy night
it spits with rain
flickering lights
here and there
desert
the Bedouins’ followers
socialize round
the red-hot grill grates
it is past midnight
the luxury limousines run
along the eight lanes to one direction
the fever of black gold or. . .rush hour?
We cross Dubai
always awake
at dawn the shadow of mystery disappears
a sick sun, come out from the placenta of the clouds
whips the sea that runs away from the seashore
In the Persian Gulf the blue jellyfish
remain exiled on the sand still wet
they agonize
on the dehydrated sand
white corridors of salt divide the solar light
into visible spectrum
we leave Burj Kalifa behind us
with the unearthly point of spear
making the blue bleed
defying gravity
and the arrogance of an old-fashened west
I am in United Arab Emirates
a Heliopolis of glass and steel
made from sand and reeds
fishermen’s huts
and the play to the sky
is only at the beginning
SPOTS OF COLOUR ON DONAU CANALE
I’ve grown sick of death’s kiss
in solitude
though I bleed for the heavenly fruit
and shadows roll over me
from the wax museum
enchained
for another summer
between the walls powdered with graffiti
I see again the painting with leaves of wax
in the empty street
that goes to Pater
and I say goodbye
and leave
(from the imperial capital)
English version by Olimpia Iacob & Jim Kacian
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