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• 1 2015-10-28T22:38:15-07:00 Don’t Give Up Ines 4 plain 2015-10-29T02:51:00-07:00 Don’t give up Ines
  Don’t give in to age my Ines
  to different moves and habits
  Because your room is still warm
  Cozy setting and rarities
  You had better taste than me
  Your room splendor
  Your landlady in the hospital
  You were always distinctive
  by the colour of your letters, by the gifts
  She walked me, the next morning around nine, to the station
  And a green bus chased by autumn wind
  Like a leaf, going down a Belgrade slope
  Wearing my evening suit I am surrounded by stares
  
  Don’t give up, my youth, don’t give up Ines
  our acquaintance was long due
  and then by chance, with hot rakija
  and with just a few lines, a wish badly hidden
  Your way is ladylike and your cheeks rustic
  My bumpkin and my gentlewoman
  Then your breasts, bed
  And my room hanging in the air like orange
  Like an orange lamp under the green and blue waters of Zagreb
  in Proleterskih brigada 39. beside Grković
  Wet street further from the window and evening trolleys buzzing
  Beautiful moments of nostalgia, love and poverty
  Using communal bathroom
  and “Please if someone asks about me”
  Do not give up Ines
  
  Here I am getting up only to turn the record over
  Is that rude in a moment like this
  Mozart Requiem Agnus Dei
  I still prefer the beginning
  I have access to another million of hers
  and naughty data from our youth
  That, right there in front of our eyes, deceives us, and robs us, and leaves us
  Don’t give up Ines
  
  Tear up the invitation, cancel the dinner, cheat on your husband
  on your way for a hairdo in some better hotel
  Touch me under the table with your knee
  My generation, lover
  
  I know that there will still be youths
  But not another one like this – on average 1938
  I won’t have anyone to stay young with if all of you get old
  And that youth will be difficult for me
  But in the end you must be right
  Because I am on this shore
  that you’ve left and surrendered half-heartedly
  And the rain is starting again
  the way it rains in November in the islands
  Lead sea and pine sky
  Distant voices in the mix
  Voice of a friend’s mother, daughter, lover, boat, brother
  rapidly picked up clothes before the rain
  And the light disappeared with the whiteness
  A bit more of walking by the sea and that’s it
  
  Do not give up Ines
  
  Arsen Dedic