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Brane Mozetič

Do you see fingers through the dark

Do you see fingers through the dark
do you feel how they stick to your
skin, how they shiver with untamed
intensity, the power that draws them deeper

when I press my lips to yours
press myself close to you with all my strength
do you see, through the dark, this surrender
its calm its mindfulness, a field after rain

and why do you flinch if I go somewhere else
if, worn thin by the night, I come back to you
is it death you see through the dark

no, I will not bring back death
you and I have long nourished it within us
we’ve both let it grow like a blossom in the field.

Do you see fingers through the dark

ali vidiš skozi temo prste
ali čutiš, ko se lepijo na tvojo
kožo, ko vzdrhtevajo od silne
energije, sile, ki jih vleče globlje

ali ko pritisnem ustnice na tvoje
ko se stisnem k tebi z vso močjo
ali vidiš skozi temo to predanost
mir in zbranost, polje po dežju

in zakaj se zdrzneš, če drugam grem
če se vrnem zlizan od noči
ali vidiš skozi temo smrt

ne, ne bom prinesel je s seboj
v meni, v tebi klije že ves čas
v nama rase, kakor v polju cvet.
Brane  Mozetič

Brane Mozetič

(Slovenië, 1958)

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Do you see fingers through the dark

ali vidiš skozi temo prste
ali čutiš, ko se lepijo na tvojo
kožo, ko vzdrhtevajo od silne
energije, sile, ki jih vleče globlje

ali ko pritisnem ustnice na tvoje
ko se stisnem k tebi z vso močjo
ali vidiš skozi temo to predanost
mir in zbranost, polje po dežju

in zakaj se zdrzneš, če drugam grem
če se vrnem zlizan od noči
ali vidiš skozi temo smrt

ne, ne bom prinesel je s seboj
v meni, v tebi klije že ves čas
v nama rase, kakor v polju cvet.

Do you see fingers through the dark

Do you see fingers through the dark
do you feel how they stick to your
skin, how they shiver with untamed
intensity, the power that draws them deeper

when I press my lips to yours
press myself close to you with all my strength
do you see, through the dark, this surrender
its calm its mindfulness, a field after rain

and why do you flinch if I go somewhere else
if, worn thin by the night, I come back to you
is it death you see through the dark

no, I will not bring back death
you and I have long nourished it within us
we’ve both let it grow like a blossom in the field.
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