a private concert

 

A private concert

Hauser in a cemetery talking to the dead ones alone among monuments

Moving pregnant

As in the mountains jogging black sound of silence

I dont like the dancer around him he must make looks and be

Showing his talents

Would you be in love with a man

So popular and rich and kind ?

I won’t

Alas my dear I soon be in a small cemetery alone my great family ignoring I am dead

I die in your music alone

Your private life should be secret

Are you an artist or a beauty man ?

For me you are music getting of a cello who talks of your mind and being

Dont b ecome a star

The most scene on which you are playing is the earth in which you will also die one pretty day when cherry trees are in blossom in japan under tourists as stupid as butterflies but very heavy

My cherry tree is in my dream

Maybe a ring on my finger red like a fruit

I like to see in a forest the diabase  to hear in the circle alone

And suddenly in my garden a small red japonese tree comes again to life after the tempest

So am I

A tear  a ray a hand and my japan is in or out

Let me alone give me courage to cut my blood out of my heart

They changed haur today poor stupid politics  who only let as a souvenir the changing of their watch

They never are in a jogging with nobody

When I walked a few days ago in the street  to try to breathe suddenly a squirrel sat in front of me I stopped and talked to her

She was black and white and jumped away on the big tree

That is music and poetry

A sudden need to write or sing or dance alone when I could of course

With my few money I BOUGHT DRESSES which I wont wear if God gives me  the gift not to be seen

Yesterday I put on a red and green pullover at home with a heart on my absent breast

Nobody came fortunately

But I dare what I need

My last shoes are white and wide slippers like a baby and black stockings

No importance I tell these fortunes to say I am who I am inside me strong and weak

Dead  and alive

I had to put a dead baby in a case made by father and go to cemetery at night and shut my mouth at 13

My body is heavy I burn  inside and put earth on my fire

My doctor psy is dead at the moment I need him so !

But never talking neither smiling so passed my life

And now far from a big family

Of descendants I never saw

I try to rest  and can’t do on my legs neither in a car the things of life so I am considered as a fool

Yes please Iam a fool

In a forest I found a source of clear water and handkerchieves hanging in a light wind

I met a boy and washed his face full of red spots

He got better the day after

While my legs tumbled down on the floor and  they took my members as a cow to put me on my bed and went away

They are called doctors and so on

Next time I fall I’ll stay on floor till I die

They cut my door to enter without a word and went away

music please stjepan!