The City of Rains

This City of Rains hides a secret
of bitterness: every first lantern
has known the morning of troubles,
in every big heart, there’s a portrait,
in every small house – a candle,
the last ray of Light has gone out
at dawn, in the womb of dark water.

This City has dreamed of escaping
alive, from the ship to oblivion:
the memory’s worse than a chain lock,
the stump by the roots should be dug up!
We’ll meet in the snow white clothes
the midnight and even in winter,
recall in the deadly deep Darkness
the brightest of our moments.

This City is so much tired
of too many guests and lost strangers.
Still asking in vain for a shelter,
Love climbs on the bridge like a beggar.
The square is shaking in goosebumps
at smelling the death in the air.
The Time, a professional killer,
is catching the tail of a mouse.

This City has not slept already
for hundreds of boats and years.
The wind’s got accustomed to scaffold,
the ghost of the happiness vanished.
Let’s leave for the train to the Dreamland,
the stars have just stamped our tickets.
This City of Rains will be guarded
by us and forever, my darling.

August 27, 2010