From “Asphalt Dragons”, Blesok, 2011.
The high heel shoes were invented by a girl
who was always kissed on her forehead.
Since then the forehead shines like a shoeshine
and the eyebrows brush does not stop shining
the eye’s electricity after the bombing
on the lips’ mines.
I remember the first kiss, by the lemon tree that was clean
of leaves. Someone told us that if we will rub our teeth
with a leaf the cigarette smell will be erased.
The fog had then thin fingers. The city neck
was wide, refusing strangling and the girl that I wanted
did not know that the lemon smell between teeth and tongue
was spread in the imagination on her face’s salad.
Translated by Hanni Dimitstein