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Ship parking

               Poems by Y. Moritz

      
May rain peremokal
Ribs for roofs, glass cheeks,
Leaving, he cried, cried
And by noon in our bay
Suddenly it smelled of cabbage soup, porridge:
“Bela Barta” anchored.

And now sailors everywhere:
At the stall where there are cigarettes,
On a swing, in an operetta,
In the moon arch, at night in the park.
Kissing the wind
In a blue blouse and a beret.

The kissing wind roams
The wind is gentle and sad
Inevitable separation.
The wind is clean, the wind is fair
Open the gate close
And clasp your arms in your arms.

This happiness is better than many.
Specious and miserable,
This is happiness without deception.
It's bitter like a sea
And it will become fog soon
Because the distance is foggy.

Do not write to me, let it be above us
Eternally foaming in the waves
This bliss, this power.
If we meet again
You will see how severe
The time has come with us.

The kissing wind roams
gentle and sad wind
in a blue blouse and a beret.
It's a pity the parking is too small
youth is too short
clean wind, fair wind.