Gulnara Z. Karimova
RUSSIA

Two Men in Black 

They came covered with white 
With the great task to decide
If I am sober, a foe, guilty, or ill
With love. They were ready to heal,
To kill, to help, to put in the prison
Of memories. I saw the vision:
The severe glance of the dark wolf. 
I am left with half a step to move
To the void, fear, sky and the night.
White snow-flakes hazed my sight.
They came covered with white. 
I felt the frost in my artery vein
The two men in black is what I retain     

Earthquake

Fragments of the broken goblet,
The red trace of the grape drink,
It reminds me of the island and upset.
The banal metaphors, the vague link ..
For you .. For me it is a returning terror 
Of the last earthquake.
The terror of having been and waiting in pain,
Of having been broken and awake,
Of having been waiting in vain,
Of having been lost between the earth and earth,
Of loosing myself and others and being lost.  
Of knowing what is the liquid time,
Of knowing its color is to be like wine.   

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