Public Republic

Sabina Karleva

Photo: fdecomite

The portable sunrise
That’s opening a bitter eye over the most lonesome sea
I transferred to the edge of the possible
I’m putting my finger deep inside the flower
That’s blooming with big and heavy
F l e s h y leaves
In the reddest desert…
And birds descend, birds drift like opened wounds on the horizon
Terribly free, condemned to the most supreme,
Most painful freedom ever imagined
I know your edge, your figure crawls up the mountain
Of the most solitary landscape.
Salty and full of sand are your eyes,
Your dark forms – extremely fragile.