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Okt. 26., 2007 | 08:10 pm

patīk, vairāk nekā patīk
griķu smarža vāroties, pārāk daudzsološa pirms bālās, neizteiktās garšas
un šis Konstantīna Kavafa 1917. gada dzejolis

Half an hour

I never had you, nor will I ever have you
I suppose. A few words, an approach
as in the bar yesterday, and nothing more.
It is, undeniably, a pity. But we who serve Art
sometimes with intensity of mind, and of course only
for a short while, we create pleasure
which almost seems real.
So in the bar the day before yesterday -- the merciful alcohol
was also helping much --
I had a perfectly erotic half-hour.
And it seems to me that you understood,
and stayed somewhat longer on purpose.
This was very necessary. Because
for all the imagination and the wizard alcohol,
I needed to see your lips as well,
I needed to have your body close.

bērniem līdz 21 g.v., vārdu sakot, nelegāļiem, ir tik daudz jautājumu, tostarp arī iztēlē un zinātkārē gauži nabadzīgu: nosauciet kādu dzīvu ģēniju, no latviešiem (vai citām sugām, piebilstu); jā, arī jautājums var būt nezināt kārs.

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