Girlie, the most I love about you, Is how you channel a fox: You never dare to stare, Yet the boys you always mock. From time to time, you smile, Slowly, in your heart, emotions you pile: While Swinging a swordless sword, You cut the heart cords. On my heart still shows, The way you […]
Walk on the sky, oh moon, Rise and dive, oh sun! Mountains, bare your chest And on shoulders, let nabadi rest, Let it pour, dusky cloud, Soften mother earth and its breasts, Smile, you beauty, let the heart of a boy rejoice in his chest! Agonize, for the darling of your choice, Time does not […]
part I “Sometimes I Feel Like A Motherless Child” is a Negro spiritual written in the late nineteenth century that echoes the slavish existence of African-Americans during those times. Pier Paolo Pasolini used this melody in his film, “The Gospel According to St. Matthew”, in a scene which pictures shepherds coming to see infant Christ. […]
Nature has woken, Dead have risen, Finally, The long-awaited celestial wax, Has fallen upon me, completing its act, Upon mountains snow has already melted, On gorges, barks the torrent, with madness it has been infested, On the side, Aragvi has begun to yell, With Mtkvari river, joining in, as well…
A pursuer he has become, To cranes, which transition, An eagle, who is all alone, chasing them! In a row, a lot of them stand, that is their position, He is saddened by their run, As the road that eagle followed, was won, They were wanderers, coming from nowhere, With celebration and calls without care, […]
What kind of existence am I in? What has fallen upon me? I have almost gone mad and became a beast, On human flesh, I feast, I drink human blood, like water, With millions of gallons not being enough per day, I am Worthy of being called humankind’s hunger, I despise myself, for living that […]