Because of the tape
which was cut off,
because of the dust on the pictures,
which are more yellow as time goes by.
Because of the emptiness
growing in our hearts,
because of the water
which is in our knees
Because of the lack of air
in our painful chest,
because of too much vine
in our sclerotic veins
Because of the lack of oxygen
in washed off brains,
in the name of the sky above
thank you for coming to us.
This is the end of the performance.
This is the real end.
It is a high time
you went to your beginnings and ends,
into that eternal, blue sky.
Vida Nenadic
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice. I really like the last part