Do Not Worry/Ne Brini Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Do not worry
I am going somewhere
Hidden by myself
With pieces of paper unwritten
And all the pencils patiently waiting
Within my own inexpressibility
Like measure instruments used in operation
In which neither the victory nor defeat
Not even a mere survival
Can mean a thing any more
Where there’s merely joy beyond the clouds
Carrying the silence pretending to be
An unripe drop of rain in the rind
Silently cracking before the fall
And does not say a thing
I am ok, I can hear no more
For the time is full and the words are empty
What used the be the rumour stolen from the markets
Has now become a fruit untasted
Priceless and free of charge
Free for the lips-the speech
Free for the teeth-the bite of eternity
With which we become
Just a piece of sense
Meaningful only if self swallowed
Spat out alongside the seeds into the universe
With a different kind of growth
Stay in peace and address me
By the road at which the only milestone
Is but yourself with the ticket of freedom
Both beautiful and terrifying

Ne brini
Ja idem nekud
Sobom skrivena
Sa neispisanim listovima papira
I olovkama što strpljivo čekaju u mom neiskazu
Ko mjerni instrumenti pri operaciji
U kojoj pobjeda-poraz čak ni preživljavanje
Više ne znače ništa
Gdje nema ničeg do puke radosti
Nad oblacima u kojima visi tišina
Pretvarajući se da je nesazrela kap kiše
U opni što tiho pucketa pred pad
I ne progovara
Dobro sam ne čujem ništa
Jer puna su doba a riječi su prazne
Što do juče je bip žamor
Ukraden sa pijaca
Sada je voćka neiskušana bescijenjem besplatna
Slobodna za usne-govor
Za zube-ujed vječnosti
Za koju svi smo tek jedna kriška značenja
Smislena tek ako je samom sbom progutana
Sjemenom ispljunuta u svemire
Sa nekim drugačijim rastom
U miru ostaj i oslovi me
Kraj puta gdje jedini miljkaz
Ti si sam sa ulaznicom slobode
I predivne i strašne