Zaklina FilipovaSvekjarovska Macedonian Poems

The morning poured
handfuls of colorful thoughts
on the pillow where I sleep
I choose a happy one
...

I've send my shadow around the world to seek me

under wood and under stones, in the eyes and on the lips,
...

While large droplets of broken sky
wrecks over my head, leaf by leaf
I tear the dreams of myself,
undress them like too tight shirt...
...

Sometimes, I admit, I've run away:
sometimes from myself, more from others,
but look, they, with blue thread,
writes themselves into the pores:
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On the sandy shore of a dream
pouring off myself from one hand to another
so I could flow
while the wind, grain by grain,
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Arena is full..
All the ugly face of your betrayal,
distorted from thirst, are in the stands,
but the knife is in my hands.
...