by Vinko Kalinic
Shoulder to shoulder, we are pouring
like old mates, the rain and I.
and it is so, we laugh,
like crazy ones – cause sun doesn’t shine.
The cold water walks after me,
living man walks on a footpath -
falls from the sky, returning to the land:
I after it – like the man with no hope.
Misty eye looks at living water:
every drop awakes memories
- clouds and people spall.
The day shivers, sharper than ice!
the heart remembers, with longing hiding you,
it knows: you are still alive!
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Vinko Kalinić was born 1974 in Split, Croatia. He is a writer, journalist and human rights activist. He lives on the island of Vis. He is the editor of the internet portal My island of Vis, which is dedicated to life on the island and the Mediterranean culture. Also on facebook Vinko Kalinić daily writes his poetic diary, which tracks more than 2 300 fans. - http://vinkokalinic.blogspot.com/
Last updated September 28, 2011