07 maj Whenever I think i’ve known the mountain

It is quite cold she says to me.
Yes I say,
see how the wisps of fog
huddle the shoulder blades
of the mountains.

Yes, she says to me.
It is quite rainy she says to me.
Yes I say,

And hear the lungs of the earth

opened up.

Give me a cigarette says she.
I say nothing.
But I know and love
the (way of her) wrapping and longing;
union of the soul.

Autor: Armin Tanović

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