Daniel Medvedov

T P TT
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oetry -

With Alexandra Nego

Madrid
2016

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The train
Alexandra Nego

Im taking the train from the narrow island,

It rides few feet under ground,
The lights flicker, the train goes fast,
I dont know which station will be the last.
Tense whispers break the blind silence,
You look confused but you keep the balance.
At the end of the car you could see a bum,
Who is very close to a lonely nun.
And few random tourists who will nod and stand,
Firing silence hand by hand.
A woman is looking intensely at the guides,
She got in the train for the long rides.
Another girl giggles like tickling and sways
A sailor is staring at rock and roll ad,
One stopped to listen to the steel drums gone mad.
A big nose man trails the maps,
Hes following the lines passing the gaps.
A breath brushes your strapping hand,
A patient cop is stuck in a spot which seems jammed.
Shoes are shuffled, buttocks are touched,
Breasts and elbows are always misjudged.
You are looking curious at the girl who got in
And you are wondering...is this destine?
You are no longer alone, no longer on the way,
You waited whole life for this blessed day
Love struck at the first sight,
At the end of the tunnel you can see the light!

Daniel Medvedov
The train

A train in an island loves the sea

Passing by
It desires to be a ship
If it rides under ground,
It is even more romantic
It desires to be a plane.
None of two are possible
It has to remain content in its status
Passengers have other dreams
They want to free like dolphins

Like hawks to fly

Nearby
I dismiss all dream.
I just look from the window
Remember the famous workers
That pic of the New York breakfast on the Beam.
There is no station nearby the sea.
Passengers are lost
They need a guide
The person who shows you the way
Would not remain during the ride
At your side.
If happens for you to be a woman
Even if you decided to be a nun
Travelling in a wagon
Waiting in a station a train
Living in an island
Renouncing to thought
Accepting solitude
Taking a boat with a mate
Are close situations whose meaning
Is contrary to your situation and state.
Better renounce
Eliminate that dirty sensation
Dismiss that Mafiosi loneliness
Fight against such outlaws
Be like Elliot Ness.
You are not a tourist of life
Be like a pro
Become an expert in verse
You are not alone
There are others like you in that universe.
Silence is a matter of rhythm
Become an expert in this algorithm.
If you are a woman,
Be sure
No one in this world has a better status
No one may compete
With a woman of wit.
She got something which deserves close attention
A kind of a subtle perception
Which does not belong to men.
She knows things which men are nor even aware of
The scent of details that God gave her
The absence of the anguish of love.
She loves someone forever

Instead to have doubts as all men

She feels a kind of a fever
That men never accept at their den.
It is the fever of verses
A poetry in reverse
When women are single in life
They look not for a man.
This is like a sailor at sea
He has never sensation to be
A lonely brick
With which nobody can
A wall to construct
Or elevate from the base a sweet home.
His home is the sea
His goal is the ocean
And so
A woman in like a lonely she-bear
Has as a goal her devotion
For that one who loves her.
No matter if on the sea
Marine men are alone
When they reach the continent
They never call women
A whore.
They offer a needle magnetic
To the woman waiting on shore.
They love to travel in train
On that island where the sea may be seen
Their life on the ship wasnt in vain
They have now two treasures
Woman and sea.
No longer alone on the deck,
No longer dismissing a port
His destiny is the island
No wrong his decision, nor right
His ship is the train
A wagon now is his house
A window now is his sight.
And that woman at his side, you guessed
Is his light.