There, where we no longer exist
There, I will plant olive trees
To weaken the storms of the upcoming centuries
To protect the dreams of future dwellers
...
Reality is loosing track of me
And I'm loosing myself each time
A door closes
Running into unfamiliar spaces
...
Pardon my Lady,
My dear Lady!
But your views are clearly pale
Although you may want me to
...
I travel quietly, my walk in silence sank
Through the dreams of the legions asleep
On the hill slopes, avoiding the paths steep
By the old Danube river bank.
...
It spins me, and spins me, and spins me
The eternal waltz of death
It is a dancer of good manners
Silently
...
In the silent shame
A veil has fallen
A dead dance of the dead for death
She has danced.
...
Rough night
Gave the stars
For a mere trifle
I'm spilling cheap steps
...
You're just somebody
Whom I could have loved
Had miracles happened
Were You not You
...
In hindsight - all is real.
Currently - left to the choice
Extremely unstable
Countless opportunities
...
The circles we circumscribe
remain stubbornly invisible.
While we're desperately - looking for the others' eyes,
running in a circle
...
When you realize
that the different is
the same
only then will you think
...
Whenever because of you
I sit down to write
It always a kind of sucks.
Even though it was only your eyes
...
I really think I'm not from here.
I'm passing by, watching, and find humans strange.
All somehow the same,
like explanations.
...
There, in the desert
There is a man
It's he whom I'm waiting for
As I turn into a stone
...
Putujem tihim koracima
Kroz snove zaspalih legija
Na ovim obroncima
Kraj staroga Dunava.
...
Poet. Lived sometimes in Belgrade, Novi Sad, Budapest, Vranje, Nis, London and Smederevo. More or less. That is lived more or less. There and elsewhere. Writing in the meantime. Terribly incomplete person. On the other hand living under impression that she is self sufficient. Paradox again. As most of it in and around her. Served here and there as a psychologist as well. Now-days works in Center for Social Welfare and International Poetry Festival Smederevo Poets Autumn.)
Meeting Under The Olive Trees
There, where we no longer exist
There, I will plant olive trees
To weaken the storms of the upcoming centuries
To protect the dreams of future dwellers
To guard the peace of sleeping martyrs
To satisfy the hunger of wild beasts
There, where the meaning unexpectedly ends
I will plant olive trees
For hope to win
And all the misfortunes I will convert
Into a million tiny olive branches
So Gods will be forgiven
So people will be forgiven
There, where no one exists any more
For all my ancestors
Olives
Instead of headstones
Will stand
They live for a thousand years
They became my religion
While I waited for you
To come to me yet again
To talk with me
Under the olive trees.
Tetralogy of our origins
Said little
Genealogical tree hurt
Our unborn children…
And while our next encounter
Nourishes
My vision of the olive trees
I dream ancestors
I dream offspring
Life is a big waiting room
Cards are dealt every seventh year
When you come back to me under the olive trees
Another you and another me
A new life and a new hope
Many new olive trees
Which are our prayers now
Will be our magic
Will be our destiny.
Translated from Serbian by Ivana Jeremić - Robinson