Desserts Poem by Pere Risteski

Travels, adventures, distant
― desserts
scattered suitcasses
wet handkachieves on a wooden table
writing diaries
passion for a writin machine
eyebrows go up and down
although there's notning else to be seen
except
sky, sand and desserts.
Life is a journey
without draft
without a stapler
only a desire to conquer distances
thurst to see the golden dunes
― in the desserts
the passinger writes diaries
conquers the distances
refreshes himself with oranges
mineral water and so on
he leaves on his tiptoes secretly
he knows from what he runs away
he knows why he runs away
― in the desserts.