06 janúar 2008

Two Irish Poems

Suddenly you was the gate
to the mysterious Dublin
with your open face
straight warm look,

and the legend was boiling.

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A corner in Dublin

There is a corner in Dublin where the gate between reality and dream stays open. At this corner I heard the little girl in me saying: I wanna come out of the garden and be in your heart. Three months later I heard the woman in me at the same corner say I wanna go with him to a hotelroom, from the lobby.

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