America, my whore
ספר שירה
Start a New English
It’s not my English,
it’s my Hebrew,
and I know it.
When the time will come
you’ll know it too.
You will hear it like a music,
you will feel it.
And when I’m in your arms,
you will start to believe,
in this world,
and in this thing,
this us.
It’s not my English,
it’s my Hebrew,
and I know it.
So many years,
and still,
there’s no change.
Once people died from it like flies,
and now,
again,
nothing changed,
I’m saying while you sleep.
In my dream
you’re saying
Tiraga.*
* Relax ( in Hebrew)
please take it out of you,
because
you know what
I know:
When you have this secret in you,
you don’t have any music in you.
when you have this music in you,
you don’t have any love in you.
when you have this love in you,
you don’t have forgiveness in you,
a sorry in you,
or words,
to explain why everything
here
is nothing to you,
and why everything,
I mean, everything at all
becomes nothing in you.
There is one bench
in Central Park
I love to sit on the
most.
It says on it “To Jerry,
my father, for everything
only the two of us
know.”
I wish I could say
no,
and then thank you,
and I’m sorry.
my words give me
freedom and prison in
the same time.
The men in the gym
are looking at us.
Can’t they understand
that it’s only sex?
This is my way to
speak with him,
in words,
to say:
“Father,”
and “I love you”
from the bottom of
my heart I want
to say stop,
instead I am taking
all of it in,
like I really love it,
this music,
this pain,
there will never be music
or pain or forgiveness in me.
only words,
words and words, with
words on words.
I am the connection
between them.
I am my own father
too.
My New York
Even in the busiest city
you can always find a tree
that will speak your language
will smile and agree.
You are good.
Even when you are so lost and so bad,
You are good.
You are.
Even when you can’t find a place
to be,
to forget everything and everyone,
to relax,
to regret,
to reborn.
You are good.
Look at the tree
in the middle of all this
and you know,
you just know it.
It’s good.
You are good.
And things going to be.
Start a New English
It’s not my English,
it’s my Hebrew,
and I know it.
When the time will come
you’ll know it too.
You will hear it like a music,
you will feel it.
And when I’m in your arms,
you will start to believe,
in this world,
and in this thing,
this us.
It’s not my English,
it’s my Hebrew,
and I know it.
So many years,
and still,
there’s no change.
Once people died from it like flies,
and now,
again,
nothing changed,
I’m saying while you sleep.
In my dream
you’re saying
Tiraga.*
* Relax ( in Hebrew)
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אנו מציעים מגוון ענק של ספרים בקריאה דיגיטלית באפליקציה או במשלוח עד הבית.
