Ava Zvolenszky

I’m getting some fantastic starts
Ready, Set, Go!
Bang!
I’m reading Ușeriu
He inspires me
I inspire
I’ve never had endurance
I’m not allowed to finish long races.
Not even to sign up for them

We’re all looking for the answer.
Sometimes answers.
Sometimes just the answer.
That one. The only one. The right one.

I look at the sky;
it’s like he’s winking at me;
again.

My soul laughs
after centuries.
And I can’t believe it.

I’m looking to surrender myself,
like a wild foal.
Although I’m not anymore a tender foal for a long time now;
except inside.

This is as far as you’re allowed to go!
It’s forbidden to enter by force
inside the souls of the people
who are not ready
to meet you halfway.

Yo, you morons!
You’re going to die in the mall,
with sweaters with reindeers in paper bags,
sipping from cardboard glasses,
standing in line for socks.
You’re standing in line waiting for life.
You poor bastards!
And me too alongside you, from time to time.

The success of the work over the brain;
look how it short-circuits it,
to stop it from thinking so much.

When I dive into the sea, I don’t even know if I’m diving into her
or if she’s diving into me
and cleans up
June
and September.
Our Easter and Christmas,
with streaks of sand caught in the hair
and promises wrapped with a bow in the soul.
Let those who wanted it open it!
And jingle bells that only the other soul hears
from the end of the world.

Where do feelings go when they go?
Do they have the fate of comets that are gradually fading, aging, or collapsing?
Today we are two strangers in opposite corners,
in parallel worlds,
which no longer intersect even at traffic lights.
The universe should bend
for us to meet again;
even at the risk of not recognizing each other.