My Everyday

By Fatmir Terziu In Victoria I always see fog In the stubborn glass that always paints me In Victoria I hardly have time To even throw a glance at my hair. I pass my hand very quickly Over my half-naked-head And instinctively Focus on three hairs standing spiked. Only in Victoria do I have some time To see myself elegant Only in Victoria am I deciphered On the Zeiss sunglasses I expand to an elephant. There thousands of movements are extinguished into standstill The glance of my eyes remains frozen Tiredness, upset and overexertion Lost, half-asleep amid the clamour! In Victoria I leave my signs everyday Mornings, Afternoons, among the routine signals I leave the space and enter disorder Like a blade of straw in every season.