About The Winter Beauties Of Bitola Poem by Aleksandar Sasha Trajkovski

'City of Consuls' in winter under moon,
is like a saint in white in front of an altar,
from church half-lit.
Snowy winter soaked Bell tower,
with all its snowy beauty.
Snowflakes flutter and float in the air,
in the shape of white butterflies,
like soldiers through their Golgotha
conquered every inch of land.
Cold fever was spreading,
on the shoulders white on Shirok Sokak.
Sound of the bells frozen,
from monasteries and carriages echoed
and wandered wildly through the park,
through alley 'at the bell ringers' and 'at the blacksmiths',
through Drven Pazar and Zhitnipazar,
Mast pazar and At pazar...
Snow magic on floor mosaics in the basilicas,
around shops of the guilds and abadji,
woodpeckers and grocers,
the meanders, the shoemakers and the silversmiths...
Monastiry, decorated with a pearl silk scarf,
of thousands crystal exhibits,
of which only the highest accumulated
were exposed for sale.
They decorated small basilica,
and filigree frozen in Dragor
sneaked into longs,
like passions youthful in a dream of old age.
Pearl flowers on windows,
without leaves, stems, flowers and sun,
decorated old balconies of Bitola,
as portrait galleries
in a some kind of silvery hue.
New sympathies were inspired,
in snowy space
on romantic Tumbe - cafe,
and monumental Heraclea.
Full moon has set,
and 'city of consuls' still remained,
like a saint in white in front of an altar,
from church half-lit.