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Pažnja

Par | 2018-05-26T10:11:48+00:00 1 juillet 2012|Catégories : Blog|

 

Kupila sam pla­vu ružu.
(modro pla­vu)
Kinesku.  Od drve­ta koje liči na papir.
Baš lepo izgle­da.
Sebi sam je kupi­la.
Moja lju­bav je negde
raz­mišl­ja­la raču­na­la pore­di­la
da li se ova lju­bav ispla­ti.

Dan je bio lep ali povučen,
kao lju­di pred kišu.
Ručala sam vino i sala­tu.  Odspavala.
I pomis­li­la na redov­nost.
Mada sam san­ja­la neš­to
straš­no, požar, užas, kraj.
Uverljivo.
Mislim da smo svi izgo­re­li,
a posle peva­li.

Ali nisam sigur­na.
Takva se budim.

 

 

ATTENTION

 

I bought myself a dark blue rose.
Chineese. Made of wood resem­bling paper.
It is beau­ti­ful, it is indeed.
I bought it for myself.
My love was somew­here
thin­king cal­cu­la­ting wei­ghing
whe­ther this love was wor­thw­hile.

The day was nice but sub­dued,
like people before the rain.
I had wine and salad for lunch. I took a nap.
And I thought of ordi­na­ry things
alhough I had a dream of some­thing
dread­ful, with fire, a ter­ror, a final ending.
It was convin­cing.
I would say we were all burnt out,
and sin­ging after­wards.

But I am not sure.
That's how I wake up.

 

Poèmes tra­duits du serbe en anglais par l’auteur

Poem from the col­lec­tion Twenty Poems About Love and One Love Poem – Dvadeset pesa­ma o lju­ba­vi i jed­na lju­bav­na

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