DJEČAK NA SLICI

to je ono što smo mu ostavili, ne, ova isušena zemlja
ovi zlosutni oblaci opasnih kiša

novi svjetovi počeše su sa previše ljutih voda
klimatske promene takođe su mit, kažu neki

užareno sunce, otrovni vazduh, čovjek iskorijenjen
prošlost je nekad poznavala proljeće, poznavala je godišnja doba

da uništenje mora prethoditi početku
čini se da smo sve naučili o nadi

ali evo slike dječaka kojeg ne zanima jučerašnjica
on korača ovom novom Zemljom sigurno

preko ramena bezbrižno baca sve što se koleba
dopuštajući da svaki izgubljen minut isklizne između prstiju

njegove noge žude ići naprijed, uvijek naprijed
prema planeti kao kugli u njegovoj ruci

planeti koju ne možemo razumjeti –
njegovo vrijeme, njegova zemlja –

i u njegovoj ruci, naša nada.

Translated to Montenegrin by Anđela Turukalo Dabetić
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BOY IN PICTURE
it’s what we’ve left him, no, this parched land
these glowering clouds of malevolent rain

new worlds have started with too much angry water
climate change too belongs to myth, some say

a scorching sun, venomous air, mankind itself uproot
a past that once knew Spring, knew seasons –

that destruction must precede beginnings
seems all we’ve learnt of hope

but here’s a picture of a boy who doesn’t care
for yesterdays – he strides this new Earth surely

tossing all that falters carelessly behind his shoulder
letting every minute lost slip through his fingers

his feet itch to move forward, ever forward
towards a planet like an orb in his hand

a planet we cannot hope to understand –
his time, his land –

and in his hand, our hope.