Farewell to Belgrade

Three times I kiss you farewell, Belgrade.

Once for your brimming streets and crumbling houses, your defiant greenery and sooty walls, your buses, trams, monuments, slopes and stairs.

Once for for your busy, beautiful crowds, walkers, drivers, talkers, smokers, drinkers, shouters.

Once for your larger-than-lifeness, your tucked-away brutality, your childish, glorious friendliness and all the promises that circle your skies like a everlastlingly turbulent flock of jackdaws.

Three times I kiss you farewell, Belgrade, wondering ”Will there be a revelation when the final moments are taken from my hands?”



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