Special Breakfast by Tatevik Khurshudyan
I've mastered this game since my birth
and for almost 25 years
it's so dear to me
to fold up my loneliness
and use it instead of pillow…
I've walked along uneasy pathways
and met men
of different sizes
having different sexual trends…
fooling around…different religions…
Now all of them
are sleeping in the arms of my memories,
and it's of no importance
with whom they are sleeping now,
the only important thing is my blanket
which is perfect and warm enough…
I've learned
to drink my loneliness, as if a cup of natural juice,
since my childhood,
when I was shaking the colored story-books,
believing
that the heroes would pour out
and be a part of a play…
Laid upon the Arabian couch
I'm enjoying le café de Paris,
while thoughts are knocking on the gates of my brain,
reminding that so many men
are thinking of me right now
in different countries,
But I consider each of them as a joujou
and go on folding my loneliness,
using it instead of pillow…
Every night
the Night makes love with everyone until dawn,
but here, in my room, he always sleeps
and the boredom flows out
from his shut eyelids
like melted ice-cream…
Every morning
I greet the Time-beggar beneath my window
and I throw my Dream-coins
onto its wet palm
While the same old woman
tries to wash the face of the city
with a bucketful of water,
my stomach starts its usual fight with the world:
it's time for breakfast.
I know the rules of this game so well,
and it's typical for me
to drink my loneliness, as if a cup of natural juice,
at breakfast time,
and, at the same time,
to think about all joujous
with a fake smile.
Fr. jou jou - toy
and for almost 25 years
it's so dear to me
to fold up my loneliness
and use it instead of pillow…
I've walked along uneasy pathways
and met men
of different sizes
having different sexual trends…
fooling around…different religions…
Now all of them
are sleeping in the arms of my memories,
and it's of no importance
with whom they are sleeping now,
the only important thing is my blanket
which is perfect and warm enough…
I've learned
to drink my loneliness, as if a cup of natural juice,
since my childhood,
when I was shaking the colored story-books,
believing
that the heroes would pour out
and be a part of a play…
Laid upon the Arabian couch
I'm enjoying le café de Paris,
while thoughts are knocking on the gates of my brain,
reminding that so many men
are thinking of me right now
in different countries,
But I consider each of them as a joujou
and go on folding my loneliness,
using it instead of pillow…
Every night
the Night makes love with everyone until dawn,
but here, in my room, he always sleeps
and the boredom flows out
from his shut eyelids
like melted ice-cream…
Every morning
I greet the Time-beggar beneath my window
and I throw my Dream-coins
onto its wet palm
While the same old woman
tries to wash the face of the city
with a bucketful of water,
my stomach starts its usual fight with the world:
it's time for breakfast.
I know the rules of this game so well,
and it's typical for me
to drink my loneliness, as if a cup of natural juice,
at breakfast time,
and, at the same time,
to think about all joujous
with a fake smile.
Fr. jou jou - toy