Text: Ana Cereteli
Pictures: Madis Katz
Pictures: Madis Katz
Last train station smells like sea,
Like dead fish,
Fir trees,
Damp sand,
Rotten sea plants;
Like tobacco two of us just lighted up.
It looks like empty,
Used, polluted, walked, dried,
Abandoned since summer.
I ignore bicycle tracks,
Lady standing frozen, with a dog frozen
Looking at the sea.
I ignore a girl going to dive,
Sign of a naked beach,
Benches inside the round holes of sand surrounded by bushes
All looking like cemetery,
Strange girl in pink-black clothing is walking a dog.
None of it belongs here.
We are at the beach when birds are practicing a flight to south,
Grass is getting yellow,
Sea is rotting its plants,
Bear footsteps are vanishing.
We walk in the forest where a small house of his friend’s is turned into ruins
Making him sad;
And a bush is growing instead of the cottage of two bitter old ladies.
Where we take two kilometers walk to get an ice-cream,
Accidentally find a beautiful green cottage
With an untouched dust in the rooms without curtains,
Eat our apples and ice-creams in the garden of the green cottage,
Leave after seven hours and randomly remember about it.
Like dead fish,
Fir trees,
Damp sand,
Rotten sea plants;
Like tobacco two of us just lighted up.
It looks like empty,
Used, polluted, walked, dried,
Abandoned since summer.
I ignore bicycle tracks,
Lady standing frozen, with a dog frozen
Looking at the sea.
I ignore a girl going to dive,
Sign of a naked beach,
Benches inside the round holes of sand surrounded by bushes
All looking like cemetery,
Strange girl in pink-black clothing is walking a dog.
None of it belongs here.
We are at the beach when birds are practicing a flight to south,
Grass is getting yellow,
Sea is rotting its plants,
Bear footsteps are vanishing.
We walk in the forest where a small house of his friend’s is turned into ruins
Making him sad;
And a bush is growing instead of the cottage of two bitter old ladies.
Where we take two kilometers walk to get an ice-cream,
Accidentally find a beautiful green cottage
With an untouched dust in the rooms without curtains,
Eat our apples and ice-creams in the garden of the green cottage,
Leave after seven hours and randomly remember about it.
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