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Come to Me

(publicēts Satori.lv 2004. gada novembrī, krājumā "Es" 2008. gadā, apgāds "Neputns")

Es tev vedu mazu siermaizīti. Bija jau divi naktī, visi kļuvuši miegaini, veikali ciet, bet bārā "I love you" es dabūju mazu siermaizīti.

Braucu ar taksi un vedu tev siermaizīti, jo tu gulēji bēdīgs, varbūt pat slims, un mājās nebija nekā garšīga. Briesmīgi dārga, kaut kur ap latu, bet tas nekas.

Braucu ar savu mazo ailavjū, saspiestu, gandrīz jau atdzisušu. Bet sanāca tā, ka neaizbraucu uz mājām. Nokļuvu tur, kur visi līksmi un asprātīgi, un ļoti izsalkuši. Iedzēru, uzdziedāju, bet maizīti pataupīju.

Laikam tikai trešajā dienā beidzot varēju tevi pacienāt, tu biji tik nikns, ka apēdi maizīti, lāgā to neapskatījis. Būtu es drosmīgāks, būtu teicis: tu taču zini, ka es tevi mīlu, tu taču zini, ka apbrīnoju. Neliec man, lai atkal to saku.

Come to Me

(atdzejojusi Ieva Lešinska, publicēts 3:AM Magazine 2011. gada oktobrī, krājumā "Six Latvian Poets (New Voices from Europe)", 2011. gadā, apgāds "Arc Publications")

I was bringing you a little cheese sandwich. It was two in the morning, everybody sleepy, shops closed but in the I Love You bar they gave me a little cheese sandwich.

I was in a taxi bringing you a little cheese sandwich ’cause you were lying there sad, perhaps even ill, and there was nothing good to eat in the house. Was real expensive, around one lat, but that’s OK.

So I was in the taxi with my little iluvu, all squished, practically cold. But for some reason I didn’t make it home. Somehow I ended up where all were merry and witty, and starving. So I drank, I sang, but I saved my little sandwich.

Must have been the third day when I could finally treat you to it, you were so angry, you ate the sandwich hardly looking at it. Had I had more courage, I would have said: but you know I love you, you know I admire you. Don’t make me say it again.

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