EVERYWHERE / POSVUDA


EVERYWHERE

In the public square
silent, riveted by pain
divided by wind,
mindless, without love constantly,
I’m looking for you everywhere.

Stone girl
won’t give a birth or suckle,
built by waiting and fear,
broken in pieces.

Unknown faces
taking out the body from evanescence,
my frozen eyes, scratching the ice
looking for its image.

There’s no even the moon,
faithful friend,
to approach
and blow little dream for me
to forget the emptiness
everywhere.

POSVUDA

Na gradskom trgu
nijema, bolom zakovana
vjetrom podijeljena
trajno bez ljubavi luda tražim te
posvuda.

Kamena djevojka
neće roditi niti zadojiti,
čekanjem i zebnjom izidana
na komade slomljena.

Nepoznata lica
izvlače tijelo iz nestajanja,
smrznute mi oči šaraju led
i traže tvoj lik.

Nema ni
vjernog znanca mjeseca,
da priđe i puhne mi malo sna,
da prazno zaboravim
posvuda.

 

Jasmina  Hanjalić  ( The Coulors of the World,  Sofia, 2009)

 

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