Pere Risteski Poems

Travels, adventures, distant
― desserts
scattered suitcasses
wet handkachieves on a wooden table
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Immortality and freedom
hidden and secretive in me
wait for their release in
― neverend.
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The clothes that I patch all the time
ubearable tatters
throw me into the silence
in stillness
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It sounds odd
but it can't be stolen
you can be desperate about it
it has it sense
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Neither scale of this world
can not measure
the suffering of my life - the victim of his own ― destiny.
Ever changing chameleon
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Changable and unstable
holly terror
of bankers and politicians
― is my luck.
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My eyes to pick you
― is my wish
with my hands to carress your lips
― is my wish
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MyLord,
let the day when I was born
be honorable
and the night when I met her
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You are a woman jealous to another woman
or mabye you are Andromachas
unfaithful seducer?
From which
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