I am back

Now it is Spain. All is new, or maybe old, simply the background music is different. this time it is flamenco, and constant clapping of hands as if trying to speak with palms, fingers, and air that is trapped between them. I am here. trying to adjust, trying to live and enjoy the new page of my life.new adventure. new flight.

Atmen

Es ist nicht kompliziert
aber zu einfach -
nicht zu atmen, sondern
die Luft mit deinen Händen
zu fangen.
Und dann,dann versuchen sie zu umarmen.
Einfach so.

Viena

Net kavos kvapas ir siuksliu snabzdesys
nesudrumscia mano lunatisko
pasivaiksciojimo po pietumis
alsuojancia rotuses aikste.
Einu, velkuos, sliaziu, begu, vaziuoju...
I Viena, is Vienos, viena ar vienisa...
Nei viena, nei kita.
Tik as. Viena. ir as - viena.


***

Ne sviesa. tik blykciojimas.
To uztenka, kad uzsimerkciau.
Dangus - tai zeme,
akys - mano kojos, jomis lieciu
Tavo zeme.

Man pritruktu oro tau pasakyti,
kaip toli yra tavo artumas.
As paskesciau savo mintyse,
jei bandyciau suvokti rysi tarp musu.
Ir galiausiai sudegciau savo gedos raudony,
jei atsimerkus ziureciau i tavo akis.

Dwelling in the ice-cold water
I dream of you
Making me hot chicken soup
and running your fingers
through my golden hair...

I could tear myself apart
in the solitude of four walls
and the maps of places I've never been to.

Filled with liquids and pills
I'm falling into palms of an unknown vulcano-
And I dream of you, stranger,
and of pleasently familiar fingers
running through my golden hair...
Fever. Ice. The maze with no exit.

In You

Away from all the stairs and elevators
I am climbing into the hill of my dreams
The hill from my dreams.
No, wait! That's the mountain,
separating reality and visions.
And here I am, on the top of it.
Homeless.Lonely.Nobody and nobody's.
Neither real nor imaginary.
I am in between. I am in You.

It could be said in other words...

Hope you will also enjoy reading some of my peotry that always has something that I am not able to express in my emails...


***

Being drank with life
I stood below the level of exsistence
and watched them falling.
Leaving. Believing. Felling.And falling.


Our eyes met.
Thousands brown eyes
against the green spots
on grey asphalty blanket.
There I stood. Speechless.
Motionless. Bodyless
and yet full, and yet alive...