It is an American colony, a little island in the sea Poem by Robert Perišić

it is an American colony, a little island in the sea
dog keeping eyes closed
I'm describing some distant relative, nothing in the harbor, I'm watching the ice

cubes, they keep melting
Louis talks about MOSAD, where he heard about it
fingers lukewarm, like tobacco
You can't do anything in this weather
I recount what happened to us, but he
does not remember
we are sailing in little boats, me, Louis and his brother
and we are very clumsy

sailing in little boats
me, Louis and his brother, he sleeps in the afternoon

the air around us eats chameleons
all is quiet