THE OLD FISHERMAN’S NET

stars do not touch
like eyes which do not either

my path is full of sorrow
like an everlasting body
cries without beginning

sometimes I cannot appreciate it immediately
but an amphibian branch, all by itself,
once it goes too far,
floats away, breaking free from the greenheart  

her smile makes fine lace
when it starts to dance it goes before the face, trembling

do not go into a stranger’s eyes
because there is no way back for you
terra incognita is
your own reflection in the mirror

silver-plated water quickly forgets
after every cut the film is put together
her body nurses her flesh back to health

in the evening fishermen lean forward dropping
their nets into the white night catching my face
laid down into the soft silence that flows

yes the entire river had already run through my dead self  
but I cannot know for sure if I have given your hands a drink

MREZA STAROG RIBARA

MREZA STAROG RIBARA

zvijezde se ne dodiruju
kao ni oci sto se ne

cesta mi je puna tuge
kao beskrajno tijelo
bez pocetka place

kojiput se ne mopgu odmah diviti
ali vodozemna grana sama
ako predaleko ode
otplovi, otrgne se od srcike

njezin osmijeh je fina cipka
zaplese, die ispred lica, drhti

strancima ne ulazi u oci
jer se neces vratiti
terra incognita je
vlastiti odraz u zrcalu

posrebrena voda brzo zaboravlja
iza svakog ureza film sklapa se
tijelom zacijeljuje svoju put

navecer ribari nagnu se, u bijelu noc
ubace mreze i ulove izraz mog lica
polegnut u mekanu tisinu koja tece

da cijela je rijeka prosla kroz mene mrtvu
a ne mogu znati jesam li tebi napojila ruke