It is winter
It is winter
It is winter both outside and inside
It is winter, dancing floor is sky
Dance clouds in grey, in silver and dark-dark
They’re dancing rock & Roll; also waltz and Cha-Cha
Sun is gone; moon is lost and trees crystal-ice-snow, bundled up
It is winter
It is winter both outside and inside
Sea-levels dancing floor
Dance the waves in colors white, grey, dark
They’re dancing with shaman; dance of death
It is winter
It is winter all around (in, at, out)
Sea surface is floor to the floats
Cruisers, oil tankers, wreck-small
Passengers in style dancing in bikini
Love making, wine-serving and champagne,
Oil tanker deep in sea with crew in blind
Siren is scarecrow for dolphins and the whale
Drowning-drowning wooden dhow,
Small boat is capsized; some voices in the air
They are calling; seeking help; child has lost hand of mom,
She’s shouting; mom and child dip and out, their hair shape part of waves
Lampedusa is witness to some saved
(Photo of naked man facing wall, police search,)
Bulgarian Attaka: “It’s our land …”
Is there heart or a God in heavens?
I plea and plea and plea
“Let me die, let me go and get lost.”
Can’t observe; co-exist with this shame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem