Swallowers of memories
(Free trandlation from Czech language)
The sun blew from ruptured veins
on your naked beauty
The moon drank deliberately
from a cup of forgoten past
Swallowers of memories...
You write my name in an unknown language
on yellow aged paper
remains a pale print of your palm
The night came again,
Sin tastes like bread and wine
I know You, I know You, soul
At the crossroads of dreams we pass
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seems a symbolic message. Thanks