Rave, Rave ~ Gavro, Gavro Poem by Jankovic Zoran

I brought the sons to the zoo garden.
March was 1993. Some sharp wind.

We saw a black one the raven
who talks only two words.

"Are you thirsty, Rave? "
They ask him.
Answers: "Rave, Rave."

"Are you hungry, Rave? "
Answers: "Rave, Rave"

"Do you have a family, Rave? ",
I ask.
Answers: "Rave, Rave."

We came back with a laugh
But it was completed
the time of our meeting.
They leave and stayed alone:
The sharp, downtown wind,
my memories and me.

I feel unbearable solitude.
I'm sitting in the neighborly cafee.
The waiter gladly asks:
"Are you thirsty or maybe hungry?
You're not with the kids tonight? "

I answer: "Rave, Rave."

2.3.2015.

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Gavro, Gavro

Poveo sam sinove u zoo vrt.
Mart je bio 1993.
Neki oštar vjetar.
Vidjeli smo jednog crnog
gavrana koji priča.

"Da li si žedan, Gavro? "
pitaju ga.
Odgovara: "Gavro, Gavro."

"Da li si gladan, Gavro? "
Odgovara: "Gavro, Gavro"

"Imaš li ti porodicu, Gavro? ",
pitam ja.
Odgovara: "Gavro, Gavro."

Vratili smo se nasmijani:
Djeca i ja. Otpratio sam ih.
Odlaze i ostajemo sami:
Oštar, dorćolski vjetar,
moje uspomene i ja.

Osjećam neizdrživu samoću.
Sjedim u kafani Kolarac.
Konobar veselo pita:
"Jeste li žedni ili možda gladni?
Niste večeras sa djecom? "

Odgovaram: "Gavro, Gavro."