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Robert Perišić
you could be a passerby but you will know the basics
you could be a passerby but you will know the basicswords are just bandages, space stations exude the time
words are just bandages and you throw them later on
mornings are connected like towns by the sea
poetry enters in small barbershops
occasionally
I stand in the wind pitifully
thinking about us and we were guests
birds slam into blades of corners
only lightning on the knotted sky, languages
if you find my car on the border
take it
© Translation: 2013, Milos Djurdjevic
you could be a passerby but you will know the basics
ako si i slučajan prolaznik opet ćeš znati osnovne stvari
riječi su samo povoji, svemirske stanice luče vrijeme
riječi su samo povoji koji se poslije bacaju
jutra su povezana kao obalni gradovi
poezija ulazi u male brijačnice
ponekad
patetično stojim na vjetru i
opserviram o nama u gostima
ptice udaraju o oštrice kutova
samo munje na zapetljanom nebu, jezici
ako nađeš moj automobil na granici
uzmi ga
riječi su samo povoji, svemirske stanice luče vrijeme
riječi su samo povoji koji se poslije bacaju
jutra su povezana kao obalni gradovi
poezija ulazi u male brijačnice
ponekad
patetično stojim na vjetru i
opserviram o nama u gostima
ptice udaraju o oštrice kutova
samo munje na zapetljanom nebu, jezici
ako nađeš moj automobil na granici
uzmi ga
© 2012, Robert Perišić
From: Jednom kasnije
Publisher: Sandorf, Zagreb
From: Jednom kasnije
Publisher: Sandorf, Zagreb
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you could be a passerby but you will know the basics
ako si i slučajan prolaznik opet ćeš znati osnovne stvaririječi su samo povoji, svemirske stanice luče vrijeme
riječi su samo povoji koji se poslije bacaju
jutra su povezana kao obalni gradovi
poezija ulazi u male brijačnice
ponekad
patetično stojim na vjetru i
opserviram o nama u gostima
ptice udaraju o oštrice kutova
samo munje na zapetljanom nebu, jezici
ako nađeš moj automobil na granici
uzmi ga
From: Jednom kasnije
you could be a passerby but you will know the basics
you could be a passerby but you will know the basicswords are just bandages, space stations exude the time
words are just bandages and you throw them later on
mornings are connected like towns by the sea
poetry enters in small barbershops
occasionally
I stand in the wind pitifully
thinking about us and we were guests
birds slam into blades of corners
only lightning on the knotted sky, languages
if you find my car on the border
take it
© 2013, Milos Djurdjevic
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