PREKO LUDIH PROZORA
Ležim preko prozora muzike,
pijem iz korita anđela.
Grozničasta zvijezda sija u dalekom
raju.
Ležim preko ludih prozora,
zaboravljam sve,
samo slušam harfe i bubnjeve
mjeseca.
Voljela bih zaboraviti
kako ljudsko ludilo
samo donosi ostatke magle,
zimske galaksije
i vrane koje umiru u ljubičastoj
plutajućoj gangreni.
Misteriozne trave još uvijek gore
na vjetru.
Slušajući zvuke šamanskog bubnja,
plava boja mnogih vjekova
navire u meni.
Ležim na bijelim prozorima,
preko pepela, suza
i svjetlosti straha.
U trepaniranoj sferi noći,
cijevi sjećanja se otvaraju
u tonovima starinske muzike.
Gladno mesožderno cvijeće
i dalje se krije u mraku,
ali moje lice sija kao zeleni kolaž.
Gledam krevet drveća, grmlja,
cvijeća,
i riječi izlaze kao mliječni ahati:
– njihove čarobne pruge kriju
nečitljive rukopise
u oksimoronima svjetla.
Translated to Montenegrin by Anđela Turukalo Dabetić
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OVER CRAZY WINDOWS
I lie down over windows of music,
I drink from the trough of the angels.
A feverish star glows in a faraway
paradise.
I lie down over crazy windows,
forgetting everything,
just listening to the harps
and tambourines of the moon.
How I would like to forget
how human madness
just brings me debris from fog,
winters galaxies
and crows dying in purple
floating gangrene.
Mysterious herbs are still burning
in the wind.
Listening to the sound of shamanic
drums, the blue of many centuries
comes over me.
I lie down on white windows,
over the ash, the tears
and a glow of fear.
In the trepanned sphere of the night,
tubes of memory are opening
in tunes of ancient music.
Greedy carnivorous flowers
keep hiding in the dark,
but my face shines like a green collage.
I look at the bed of the trees, bushes,
flowers,
and the words come out like milky agates:
– their magic bands hiding
illegible manuscripts
in the oxymorons of the light.
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