DANCING WITH THE STARS

 

 

There are the nights, when I can hear the rhythm

Of Rumba, Salsa…

When turning around, I see how

It opens above me the silky sky

Sprinkled with the stars.

I soar above all.

Somewhere there, among the stars I’m different

Fresh, like a sound of a Spanish guitar.

And the stars tell me that it is worth to live,

When the heart taps to the rhythm of Cha, cha.

The best partner for me - it’s the rhythm

Hot and passionate, it is joyful when

It dances with me.

The rhythm permeates through the senses and becomes

My existence.

 

 

 

RREINCARNATION

 

 

Unknown country seems like a fatherland.

Unknown tongue finds its way into the mind
and calls:

After all, you had known me!

And exotic Clave rhythm

taps united with my heart.

Was I talkative Spanish woman
in my previous life?

And maybe I had run with the bare feet
along the streets of Havana,
dancing Tango in the Buenos Aires Square? I lost there my high heel,

I dreamed at night I found it.

 

 

COMEDY

 

 

Sometimes I’m a spectator of my own life

I laugh to the point of tears and pain -

How well I play my part -

Every time changing a mask.

And when I watch this spectacle I’m thinking
everything is worth a laugh!

The staging and the screenplay are of my authorship

But only myself I cast in the lead role

And I’m surprised how many

I have the different faces.

Although in my eyes there are tears

Nobody would notice,

I paint a smile on my lips.

And say to myself again

That I’m strong that

The show must go on!

And only the moon in the winter night

Dazzling with its unusual

Light - rubs off from my lips

Supposed lipstick – insincere smile

And contradict:

The show is over.

Then I become myself -

Burned out -
with a feeling of great emptiness.

 

 

 

LEONARDO

 

Paint me, my Leonardo!

Paint me the way, I’m.

Choose all the colors present

In my life.

I trust your hands,

Which conjure up all

My dreams.

Paint my portraiture with the brush

Of your feeling.

For you I will be beautiful

Sort of like Mona Lisa.

My secret smile

Lighten up our night.

Paint me this way, my Leonardo,

So for everybody

I will be a mystery.

 

 

 

AMBER

 

 

People come and go away

some of them good, some of them bad

Like grains of sand through the hands of man

They sift themselves through the human heart

Frequently, it happens to find in the sand

A piece of amber or a little stone

which stays in the hand for a while

But in the heart remains only amber.

 

 

 

PRAYER

 

 

My Lord, Daddy!

I’m asking, why it can’t be normal?

Regular an ordinary life.

Study, work and family.

Maybe a child ...

No.

I am always late.

chasing something forever

I'm looking for something and still being in place.

I fight for everything forever.

Is my destiny to fight,

Or a curse?

And if by chance something overtake them, say:

- And what? Is it a sin not to love?

Thou, from up there, silent.

What kind of manners!?

 

 

 

DYING

 

 

No, dying does not hurt

Autumn leaf slowly and gently

swirling falls to the ground.

Dies knowing its time.

Dying.

Snowflake, whose life

only happens a while,

melts in your mouth.

Knowing its destiny.

Dying.

Falling star dies

Joyfully setting off

on the last journey

to fulfil promise

of someone's dream.

Dying.

The end? Or the beginnig?

 

 

Author: Olesya Kornienko

 

Translation Yvone Tomchak