Erik Satie
In 2009, in late December,
When the city was also locked down for a while,
We've been listening to classical music
And watching plays at your place.
With a French tan on my shoulders,
I was still impressed
By the beauty of the world,
And we've been gazing at the same stars
In your bedroom
And falling asleep in each other's arms
After having seen
One more drama.
Time to recall
The peak of our youth,
Your vivid imagination,
Your alluring smile
And a sensitive, sincere heart.
How far are we
From that moment now?
I look for you
And I still keep
Your presents,
And I still remember your voice
When you called me from Ukraine.
At the Orly airport
In Paris
I was so happy my feet couldn't touch the ground,
And every time I crossed borders
I would cross them with you.
So we cuddle up
Under the same blanket,
Our dark hair entangled with the artificial 'starlight'
And we keep imagining
A theatre of our own,
While Eric Satie
Creates a firm background
For our memory and emotions
To be linked for a long time
With those cold and hectic days
Of the university campus being closed
And our minds and souls
Being as close as pissible.
You fall asleep,
Keeping my hand in yours,
And we fly above the whole planet,
Swinging on constellations
As if they were liana
In the jungle.
I miss the way we used to be connected
And our endless inspiration,
While memory brings back
The best moments
Of our spiritual unity.
© Maryna Tchianova
