My Everyday Poem by Fatmir Terziu

In Victoria I always see fog
In the stubborn glass that always paints me
In Victoria I hardly have time
To even throw a glance at my hair.

I pass my hand very quickly
Over my half-naked-head
And instinctively
Focus on three hairs standing spiked.

Only in Victoria do I have some time
To see myself elegant
Only in Victoria am I deciphered
On the Zeiss sunglasses I expand to an elephant.

There thousands of movements are extinguished into standstill
The glance of my eyes remains frozen
Tiredness, upset and overexertion
Lost, half-asleep amid the clamour!

In Victoria I leave my signs everyday
Mornings, Afternoons, among the routine signals
I leave the space and enter disorder
Like a blade of straw in every season.