Yunna Moritz. (№ 375182)

Trembling lips
and gnashing of the cloak
each other Luba
we are more. Goodbye!
The fire of the firmament
izgubljena thread.
Such freedom,
I want to howl.
Such fun,
that drunken wheels
like a train in the gorge
go downhill.
Such a Wake,
that, Oh,my God,
it's like we both
in the picture with a border.
The unrighteous, man,
you divide a slice:
I want my soul back,
take my flesh!