Ode to MarIBor
I will always Love my hometown,
even though I can't really live int it,
for more than few months a year.
Thought that could change
as I get older,
and wanderlust settles.
Though not likely :)
I love the little orange roofs,
that remind me of the magic times.
When alchemists,
kabbalists,
and magicians,
were still roaming ,
the hidden streets
of my home town.
I love the little streets
of “middle Europe”,
the elegance
,
of Austro-hungarian remnants
of the the old days.
I love it for it was,
and for what,
it has yet
to become.
It has never died,
it is merely,
in a long slumber,
A hiatus,
a pause,
between the in
and the out-breath.
I love you
Mar I Bor.
Maybe you can stop fighting,
with everything
and everyone.
Like a teenager,
seeking rights,
instead of stepping into :
the humble,
glorious
majesty,
of who you
truly
ARE!
And to be honest,
my dear Maribor.
I have met so many masters.
saints
and sages.
on your streets.
That not getting my shit together,
would be an insult to their kindness,
and and ac of treachery
to my own true SELF.
So let's arise together Dear ONE
MARIBOR!