Vinko Kalinic

In this terribly smart world
I decided long time ago to remain lunatic
I said, let's be at least one
who everyone was laughing at
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See, just like that, we woke up one morning
not even thinking about what was happening yesterday
and what could really be tomorrow
on some wet ground, beneath the naked stars
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you ask me: why I love you? yes, you? to me absolutely unknown being? but you don't ask me how deep are those eyes of yours? and how can a living man not feel what burns inside those eyes? so festive. and warm.
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See, how I love you: like birds
which get on the trip over the oceans
not counting the time and the distance
not even how much energy they would need
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I've dreamt of dreaming 'bout you
And in the core of that dream
There I stood

The dream was blank
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tell all those who you will love after me that your eyes have already conquered the world once. and also that your hands have split the ocean, dividing it in two.
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You live inside my head
and I know that
I even remember the moment
when you stopped to be a woman
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by Vinko Kalinić

I don't need a title
nor the body of the poem
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I can not write anything tonight.

As the moon and the stars and the whole sky
on this night are nothing else
but cosmic panthomimes
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- To Dina, my sister

When I say out you name, volcanos thunder in the earth bosoms
the time stops, the rain bursts and clouds go numb
in some meadow - long, immense -
far away from the world, from people common and quotidian
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When I look for You
I don't look
at the sky
heaven is the shelter
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Mi sono svegliato questa mattina con la metà della canzone nella mia testa
mi rammento, ho sognato te - sì, quelle erano le tue labbra
e le mani! e il naso! le orecchie! - e potrei scrivere una canzone
una canzone al'quanto terribile, dignitosa ed affascinante
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I woke up this morning with half a song in my head
I remember, I dreamt about you - yes, those were your lips
and hands! and nose! and ear! - and I could write a song
some absolutely dreadful song, decent and passionate
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by Vinko Kalinić


S. - To the most beautiful boy in my town

I wanted to write you a song, most beautiful verses
that has ever written any poet

for days I've been searching for words where I would hide
my deepest thoughts, I've overturned every stone
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Give me your hand, lets go, lets get out of this banality
- true, we might never be children again
whose faces glow of innocent carelessness
but we still can be people
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Do not worry, I haven't forgoten you
even though we haven't heard from each other for centuries.

At some hollow time of the night,
I'm still poetry writing because of you.
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Me desperté esta mañana con media canción en mi cabeza
Yo recuerdo, soñé contigo - sí, esos eran tus labios
y manos! y nariz! y oreja! - y yo podría escribir una canción
una canción absolutamente horrible, decente y apasionada
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I met this flower many times
and every time I touches me
with tousled beauty of its colours,
and also with a sad, untold story
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All my life I was searching for the corner of the universe
where I would bury the pitcher of my turmoil
-and I didn't find it
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Sometime I have a feeling that I've lost myself long time ago
on this world and that everything is being wrongly set:
towns names, the streets names and the people names,
signs on the roads, birth certificates and the flags colours.
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