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Katarina Arno Jul 2010
Dream
Fly with the butterflies
Forming clouds of emptiness
Filled with crispy joy

Walk
Step left, step right
And giggle for centuries

Build
Millions of little homes
In caves and in skyscrapers
For every particle of us

Dissolve
Become liquid and transparent
And breathe in the Universe
Katarina Arno Jul 2010
I’ll stand still
Just for a moment
In the infinity
Before I take
My first step
Into the fields of apocalypse
I’ll find myself
Suddenly
Running toward the wall
Of my dreams
Forever the same
Made of bricks
White and old
Timeless
Katarina Arno Jul 2010
I’m counting on you
I’m counting your sins
Every lie
Is in my black book
I wear your eyes
Around my neck
Through eyes you see into one’s soul
Dusty and wounded
Your fingernails
Are in my pocket
All your hands have done
Is in my subconscious
Green notes and blue accords
Your songs are in my bellybutton
Katarina Arno Jul 2010
Momentary Love, sweet as time on hold
My desires are in your form
In these days inconsistent and always constant

My need for sublimity, for your understanding
False reflection of me in your eyes
Who are you indeed, white or black soul, or gray

Be mine for a while, three minutes and thirty four seconds
Or maybe quarter until the full hour
Lover and friend and everything that do not exist
In the moment of regret for undone possibilities

Pathos or honesty in the cradle
Streetcars and lights, concrete mass and human faces
Where did you lost yourself, heavenly touch, with blue wings
For whom did you cry and which one you loved

Only one touch in the night, no high emotions
Fragile and strong at once, so go away now
You will disappear as all did before, somewhere in unreal
Through semaphore lights on crossroads

I worship the line of your neck and your eyelashes
Your words are glass half full of solace
Bath me with your gaze and with one tear
My lover and friend, spirit in the night
Katarina Arno Jul 2010
The Bed is beautiful
The Books are beautiful
But not the bumps underneath my skin
Little deaths waiting to be born
The Alpha and the Omega
And everything in between
Wrapped up in the Moment
When I was bitten by History
Katarina Arno Jul 2010
Her lover steps in on his fingertips
November, snow caresses this city
Her lover closes her eyes
Snowflakes melting, water runs down
He comes from the night-side
It is winter, snow caresses this city
He brings comfort and tears
It is winter, and outside chestnut is in bloom
She holds him by the hands, tightly
Her lover’s neither man, nor a boy
She loves him with her friendship
There are too much shipwrecks on theirs shores
Her lover has butterflies in his pupils
Spring rushes from his words
Her friend cries blue tears
His name is comfort and turmoil
Katarina Arno Jul 2010
Our skin is ripped
Torn apart by our own hands
There’s too much ache
Love is disgusting
Fingers are ***** if they’re not yours

And your fingers are transparent
And I fall through them
I fall into them
In an unknown dark
In an exotic fire

Further
Every night
When you are absent, but you are here
You pull me next to your body
Inconsistently and soft
The way I want it

Because you are in my mind
You flux through my bloodstream
You ride through my neural network
Without final destination and without the ticket
Stowaway in my body
Always
This is a translation of a poem that I originally wrote in Croatish.
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