Poetic of Spirit/Poetika Duha

In a traveling city full of happy passengers

Sky's ships sail

Like a yellow lamp the young moon is born

White tangent of the piano and shiny nights are braking…

In the breeze that silently over the chests shivers

I develop my feelings…

In the nest and bee pollen

Like a young doe

Where does she rush,

This passion that came so suddenly…?

Do I have to be like Maria Magdalena

Expiate my sins,

Or be an ordinary woman that got carried by the violet nights

Full of stars, velvet on the bed, your eyes

And the silent song of piano while everyone falls asleep,

Except for two of us…

Traveling city full of violet nights

Will you come back and return for yours…?