~~First Bridge of Sighs~~
The first love is long remembered,
the first kiss hurts the most,
the first caress heals the best,
let the first eyes be recollected!
How hard is it to say goodbye
when you want to shout "Stay"!
So, do the impossible:
stop the salty, shedding tears.
And they will steam for a long time
and you will remember the cry in the fallen darkness,
and others will shout at it for a long time,
……But remember: "Often, loneliness is not the enemy."
I can feel your hands trembling---
looking forward to the past with a little sadness,
they embark on an adventure
in old known places.
Studying button after button
they die and the garment falls---
all words from several nights
bathe in silk foam.
~~Second Bridge of Sighs~~
When everything in you goes out
and it hurts a lot,
When you get tangled somewhere
and you wait a long time for a help,
When you are humiliated,
left alone, impersonal,
Lift your head, don't give up,
do not fall into despair in captivity.
Give back all the humiliation,
pleas, fates, and sad days.
Bring them back for everyone to remember
what they did, too.
But don't let it go out,
one particle of kindness,
because there is someone waiting for it,
sinking into its loneliness!
~~Third Bridge of Sighs~~
After so many years of oblivion,
I, accidentally, have hit the trail today,
which somehow has brought me to you.
I slowly have read the old letters
and I have remembered our time…...
Did I really love you like that?
Did you love me so much?
Was this not a game---
hmm a bit real, hmm a kid naive?
Or was it just love…...?
I also forgot the last clue,
but I know I did not forget you
as I am sure of it
that you have not forgotten me too…...
And I remember those times,
you gave yourself that moment for the memory of sweet time.
Really, love was beautiful,
though mercilessly short.
But as long as it is, the time is now
to bring everything back,
where it was before---
in the past, mine, though, irrevocable.
I know one word that
fills the space with longing
and makes the heart cry
growling in the winter frost.
That reaches out to you
but often closes the door
before reaching the goal.
That I have collected from all the desert lands.
This word is so small,
but it weighs so much…...
~~Fourth Bridge of Sighs~~
Fiction is every other beauty,
though there are nice things in it.
The best part is actually being in love,
to find that you were with a soul.
Even the rain of a lover looks like life
because it strives for the earth.
The best part is actually loving.
The best moment is that moment,
in which you understand that you are in love,
forget about any particular birthday.
Because all the days are so beautiful
that you consider each one to be born.
When we loved each other,
once when I was ethical,
once when it looked like
I always thought I did not love you,
I couldn't calculate everything honestly
how it started and where it will end,
our love in the gossip got purified
and for a day it turned green.
We must have been cursed by people---
black on us with some black magic---
and they must have done it in many sins
to love---truly and falsely.
I am not sad that the feelings were gone,
I am not sad that you left early,
just sorry they did not grow up,
and for the wounds of severe insults.
Whenever they hurt me,
whenever I was with a girl,
whenever they pretended to be right,
I understood that I loved you.
~~Fifth Bridge of Sighs~~
I already know what loneliness is.
Silence in which the clock is heard.
A clock that measures time.
The time I am expecting someone.
Someone who won't come.
But you probably know
that longing for a warm moment never coming,
drags the word that is…...loneliness.
There is something that
I'll guess about the grave---
how one transforms
your love in malice?
How it comes into the heart
this sad change---
instead of songs of the nightingale,
a dark crow crows?
What a happy sip…..
do you have enough poison?
How a gentle hug
becomes a heavy chain?
There is something in the space,
unclear to me…...
Explain to me, people,
outraged by love---
how the heart loves
just a few moments?
There is malice for all.
Love does not reach.
Wind with black curls, entertaining,
wind with rainy threads, yarning,
and beside me, in the cloaks, he cries…..
did not come!
did not come!
did not come!
I am not angry, dear girl!
I understand---the rain has stopped you!
It's the one he loves
~~Sixth Bridge of Sighs~~
I leave you because I love you.
I leave you because I know you are happy,
I am not the dream girl for you,
and you are so beautiful to me.
Share your life with another.
Don't be indifferent to her,
and give her all the love.
You think I'll forget
but remember, my heart hurts.
You were my first love
and I know also the latter one will be you.
I am sorry, I cannot hate you
I love you madly, but I am silent.
I love you, why should I hide it?
Is love forbidden?
Have I no right to love?
And yet we will meet,
we will still congratulate each other quietly.
Whether the heart will tremble joyfully
or in acute pain it will shrink, who knows!
The years, and they are many,
like a whirlwind, they will pass.
The snow will fall in our eyes.
Your eyes will stare in pain
in the mirage of days gone by,
and there from the storms of our time
the ink will hardly read…...
and the more expensive it will be for you,
the sheets of paper that hid a heart.
After the sunset of every love
there is pain and sadness,
after the sunset of every faith
darkness and only darkness come.
When you see someone leave
you have no power to stop it.
When you see that love is dying
you cannot die with it.
You understand that dreams are the frauds,
that when you loved and did not love,
that the pain is outdated,
that you were happy,
but you did not understand.
Don't be mad that I loved you,
I did not want to, but my heart won.
I am so used to your images,
but it's hard without your eyes.
~~Seventh Bridge of Sighs~~
I do not believe that I loved you,
it was like a hundred years ago,
now we are like two enemies---
we were two fortresses, today we are just two ruins.
I don't believe I kissed you
even though my lips are still burning,
I don't think we were swimming in the clouds,
but I remember all the moments I missed.
Out of jealousy, ridiculous, out of doubt
our days were drowned in bitterness,
hatred, instead of bright days, inspiration
cut our eyes with sharp lightning.
I don't believe I loved you
although they are my sweet memories,
we just ran into it over the years
from the whirlwind of crazy passions driven.
For tomorrow I am ordering loneliness,
I will be quiet, marble and white,
you will only touch me with sadness,
you will make my tears whole.
For today I remain yours again,
with the last kiss, the smaller one,
I looked for your sign,
I did not find it. Am I late?
Yesterday was true sin,
though the love lasts for minutes,
laughter burst into my pupils,
I did not want to think about tomorrow either......
......for tomorrow I am ordering solitude!
~~Eighth Bridge of Sighs~~
Life gets us too often
like a cold black coffee,
boring like yesterday's newspaper,
like an old, already shaken refrain.
Fragile memories are long and rusty,
and we tear up a flurry of love.
We are always looking for a place under the sun,
and we dream of new ways.
Blinded by pains and sunsets
we remember past passions,
we have been looking for words gone long ago,
we are always chasing perfect happiness.
And in this pursuit, they are passionate,
we pass small pleasures,
we are wasting bits of tenderness
and we repel the ‘little’ happiness.
~~Ninth Bridge of Sighs~~
Can you sense enough---
to see beyond the light,
to hear beyond the silence,
to taste the sweetness,
to smell the scent of a sunny rose,
to touch an unbearable teardrop,
to kiss your dream?
I want you to sense that much as---
I met you without knowing that I would fall in love.
I was looking for you, not knowing I would find you.
I found you without knowing what to feel.
I fell in love, not knowing it would hurt me that way.
I changed without knowing it would be for you.
I loved you, not knowing you could love in that way.
I was suffering without knowing it was sad for you.
I hated you, not knowing that I actually loved you.
I cursed you, not knowing you would not forgive me.
I lost you, not knowing you would not come back.
I know---my pride
and you want to break
but you don't know, maybe
what it is to love,
or you left it……
everything in youth.
Will my heart bear
will I be able this time too,
to be strong,
will I be pierced
with a knife from loneliness,
and how without tears will I stay,
as soon as the moment remembers us?
It was still---
I will repeat this---
do not suffer, do not suffer,
I close after myself
and I will be left alone
whoever you are with…...
~~Tenth Bridge of Sighs~~
Bed your bed---I'll come,
let us divide the air into two.
Truth in words are few that
we will say and forgive ourselves.
Leave me a seat next to you,
if it's free, I am coming.
And don't listen to people's misery
to believe we are not made for ‘us’.
We will sit in the shadows,
we will lean our shoulders side by side,
do you believe they will tremble
our touched knees?
The gentle embrace will pass
currents from our young days,
only the memory is gone
delayed longing to disturb…...
A Bridge of Sighs.
Did not you get tired
to show me
The cold is cooling
after this ice---
In the snow, in the dust, are
my eyes that burned
through staring at you.
It hurts, it weighs
the cheerful apple
which I did not give you to bite.
It was not early,
it was late,
and as an honest gardener
I drove away the mold
~~Eleventh Bridge of Sighs~~
I am young,
I am old.
I want to close.
I have bread to sell.
A big kid.
A little child.
I just finished,
I start over.
I am pretty today,
tomorrow today will be threatened.
I want to be young,
as I am out of date.
I want to go
with you at the disco,
you look at me in amazement----
Wait! I am not two centuries old.
Like yesterday it was---
with the sunrise, we went.
Isn't it yesterday?
Are we old?
I tried to make you happy,
but in happiness, you don't know what you are,
for you, it is something to have a fight with,
you cannot have the sun for making it feel offended, that shines.
I tried to buy you love---
shamefully cheap, you saw,
with a volcano of feelings, I flooded---
I almost died of boredom.
I tried to dream, to light you,
I almost became a sorceress, as
you are afraid of certain failures,
and you are not taught to fly.
I was desperate for you to adjust,
to look with your eyes,
but you are only used to being born
and watching your whole life.
You cannot handle it yourself,
you get sick and it hurts,
you went wrong to drown
stubbornness, let it weigh on you.
~~Twelfth Bridge of Sighs~~
Most women are good.
Many of them are beautiful.
Some are wonderful, even smart!
Remarkable, only a few.
The extraordinary ones can be counted on the fingers.
Tell me, where are you?
As long as we have the strength,
let's split up.
We have not built anything
and we do not move anywhere.
All lanes are down.
The caresses he left behind
I returned them to you in cash.
We have no takes, no gives.
The sun has even stopped.
This is good.
Nothing lived between us,
~~Thirteenth Bridge of Sighs~~
I will meet you someday, ten years from now,
me with my husband, you with your wife.
The kids are with us, the waves are blue.
The sun is shining, but we are with others.....
Something will probably go to hearts,
something from a past sign.
The wind caresses our faces,
the summer is here again....
We will meet in thirty years.
We will stand against each other.
Again, over the heads the skies are blue,
me without a husband, you without a wife,
I know, then we will remember our bold dreams…...
and starry nights with the breath of the sea…...
Already with the hair of the snow, skins turned white,
time will even stop for a while....
The tremors will beat the hearts again,
we will long wander in the dark of night....
We two will realize the true world:
our first love is by the grave!
Just the waves below us on the rock,
they will gently whisper on the beach.....
~~Fourteenth Bridge of Sighs~~
We lived on a crest in the summer,
we were soaking up the air of dreams,
the voice of the stranger echoed within us
and we were fed by the sun's rays....
And we drank without measure until fainting
from the wine of the unknown,
we wanted, and we loved, and we suffered,
we forgot about reality.
But here is summer,
the stars of heaven are far off
and so, the unknown became vicious,
that we are praying for real tears.
Where will be you thirty years from now?
I feel like I will meet you again
accidentally, thirty years later,
but our first meeting is so unpleasant to me
and I am so sorry that it just happened......
I am annoyed you are so far away
that you laugh, rejoice and grieve,
and all my memories have been deleted
and in love with another you are silent.
For foreign lips maybe you keep cursing me
and the flame in your eyes shines......
And you do not hear my sad oaths
and the songs that the wind sings…...
Now I am young, strong and beautiful,
now I am ready to be your dream that comes true!
In time, I will be only a gray shade
of our dear love remembrance…...
I will surely meet you again
after twenty or thirty years……
you will smile, I will clap my hands,
but then, I know, I will sadly pass you by!