Goa By Vera Polozkova Translation

Those go to Goa who are due And wired like you and a little screwed, And inclined to obesity - Explorers of electricity The ground smells rich with leaves of tea, Your footprint on the beach is a seal. Silence seminar's aimed, weaved Just for those who were summoned to plead. Such a coordinate system Where east is west and where north is south. Lime, grapes, pomegranate - here listen! - Are creating inside you a mouth. My height determines the shadow, Pulse is dictating shore break with shells. Today is that day of mellow When you are finally born as self. Here you go, an alphabet, dear And here you go - a whole new planet. God's pretending he never met You and that He is not in fact here.