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Dubravko Detoni
Way out of love
Love leaks somewhere; I can hear the horrible hissing of yoked seconds, sparkling and snorting, dragging me away from you. A cobbled street full of petrified hearts strikes back without mercy. Memory’s covers are growing thicker; I can hardly open them. Flabby Cupid slouches near by the roadside, looking for but not looking for a small arrow lost in the pile of love’s leftovers. The town captured at a growing distance fakes its concern, smiles in confusion.
© Translation: 2010, Miloš Djurdjevic
Publisher: First published on PIW, , 2010
Publisher: First published on PIW, , 2010
Put iz ljubavi
Put iz ljubavi
Ljubav negdje ispušta; čujem grozno šištanje upregnutih sekundi koje me iskreći i frkćući odvlače od tebe. Kaldrma puna okamenjenih srdaca nemilosrdno uzvraća bubotcima. Sve su deblje korice sjećanja; već ih i jedva otvaram. Sa strane put otromboljeni Kupido, ovlaš nagnut, traži i ne traži strjelicu zagubljenu na odlagalištu ljubavnih otpadaka. Lažno zabrinut grad, slikan iz sve veće udaljenosti, zbunjeno se smješka.
© 2005, Dubravko Detoni
From: Priča prema gore
Publisher: Meandar, Zagreb
From: Priča prema gore
Publisher: Meandar, Zagreb
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Put iz ljubavi
Ljubav negdje ispušta; čujem grozno šištanje upregnutih sekundi koje me iskreći i frkćući odvlače od tebe. Kaldrma puna okamenjenih srdaca nemilosrdno uzvraća bubotcima. Sve su deblje korice sjećanja; već ih i jedva otvaram. Sa strane put otromboljeni Kupido, ovlaš nagnut, traži i ne traži strjelicu zagubljenu na odlagalištu ljubavnih otpadaka. Lažno zabrinut grad, slikan iz sve veće udaljenosti, zbunjeno se smješka.
From: Priča prema gore
Way out of love
Love leaks somewhere; I can hear the horrible hissing of yoked seconds, sparkling and snorting, dragging me away from you. A cobbled street full of petrified hearts strikes back without mercy. Memory’s covers are growing thicker; I can hardly open them. Flabby Cupid slouches near by the roadside, looking for but not looking for a small arrow lost in the pile of love’s leftovers. The town captured at a growing distance fakes its concern, smiles in confusion.
© 2010, Miloš Djurdjevic
Publisher: 2010, First published on PIW,
Publisher: 2010, First published on PIW,
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