Tragovi

Tragovi tvoji među stvarima,

otisak usne zamišljen na čaši,

haljine tvoje u plakarima

kad vešalicu praznu mašta maši -

trezna halucinacija. Pavana

za infantkinju. Muzika teskobe

što rastvara se u vazduhu sobe

i sleže kao talog na dnu dana.

Korak u praznoj sobi. Glasovi

pod kupolom od kosti. Dečiji su.

Sekunde duge kao časovi.

U nedremanom oku kamere

još jedan snimak. Pomak namere

osmeh na licu tvom, u bezobrisu.

Traces

Your traces among the things,

the mark of your lips imagined on the glass,

your dresses in the closet

the empty hanger swayed by imagination

sober hallucination. ???

for the infant girl. Music of hardship

which dissolves in the air in the room

and settles like sediment at the bottom of the day.

A step in the empty room. Voices

Beneath the dome of bones. They belong to children.

Seconds as long as hours.

In the sleepy eye of the camera

yet another record. The shift in intent

the smile on your face, in the blur.

(Translated by Pavle Ninković)