Me, L. P. - Marija Bralović

you know
all my letters
about hitchhiking in Bulgaria
and those suspicious Turkish truckers
about the peaks of the Caucasus
which I watched being thrilled

 about the rainbow
and the Azores
it was all just fiction

seems I was hiding
that I’m actually
deadly in love with words
and trying
to show you my own world
with them
which is collapsing
every day

you know
I hardly stand the voices
sometime I think
all my life
I would spend
learning Arabic
all my life
and I would sit
only here

if I ever
found stenght
to say anything
about your poems
I would be speechless