Pere Risteski

Rookie (13.7.1977 / Struga, Macedonia)

Freedom - Poem by Pere Risteski

In the white nights I was looking for rest
in the madness and licentiousness,
making dirty everything by touching someoneelse's sweat.
With preasts,
in exclusive brothels,
drunk on glass tables
argentinian tango I danced.
Pride was my luxury,
and the lies acords of repentance.
With slander I killed innosent souls,
so that is why freedom will not be reached.
I won't be able to see it with my eyes.
In an extasy with a white handkerachief
I waved to God-I am coming.

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finally dreams come true in this old-fashioned universe

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013


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