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Hrvoje Pejakovic
MECHANISM
From my world, where you used to be a miracle …B. Šimic: „Lamentation“
Are you staying? Are you leaving? To no matter what, from it doesn’t matter
whose house where we bartered our faces for a whirlwind, the whirlwind for an
abyss, the abyss for the fire, the fire for wings, the wings for a pair
of eyes pasted all over with wax on the same, ancient face.
© Translation: 2003, Sibila Petlevski
MEHANIZAM
MEHANIZAM
Iz mojeg svijeta, gdje si bila cudo ...B. Simic: «Tuzaljka»
Ostajes? Odlazis? U bilo koju, iz bilo koje od tih tudjih kuca
gdje lica razmijenismo za vrtlog, vrtlog za ponor, ponor za
vatru, vatru za krila, krila za oci oblijepljene voskom, na
istom, prastarom licu
© 1987, Hrvoje Pejakovic
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MEHANIZAM
Iz mojeg svijeta, gdje si bila cudo ...B. Simic: «Tuzaljka»
Ostajes? Odlazis? U bilo koju, iz bilo koje od tih tudjih kuca
gdje lica razmijenismo za vrtlog, vrtlog za ponor, ponor za
vatru, vatru za krila, krila za oci oblijepljene voskom, na
istom, prastarom licu
MECHANISM
From my world, where you used to be a miracle …B. Šimic: „Lamentation“
Are you staying? Are you leaving? To no matter what, from it doesn’t matter
whose house where we bartered our faces for a whirlwind, the whirlwind for an
abyss, the abyss for the fire, the fire for wings, the wings for a pair
of eyes pasted all over with wax on the same, ancient face.
© 2003, Sibila Petlevski
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