TE17 Mysterious Montenegro

Four Poems

In Memoriam Aleš Debeljak

What remains when a poet dies? What happens with his verses? May they be left to us, The miracle survivors? What remains when the poet leaves? He wrote about The ancient sun of Altamira, Broken telescopes, And the heavy scent of acacia in one verse Made of patchouli and Turkish carpets Dedicated to nameless Sleepless Us Only he could put motorcycling into verse And make Ludvik Starich immortal Once upon a time in America Once upon a time in Ljubljana At the Komuna movie theater At Cankarjeva street ... Once upon a time in Podgorica ... Shivering skin and The countless stars on your window In the poem dedicated to Simona He had said that when the air is cold

He expects inaccuracy Tonight the air is warm Tonight we are quivering

While we are remembering Alesh There can be no mistakes tonight

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