Nastasimir Franovic

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My tercel

Click my peregrine, fly off high
Fly off the dunghill you blind chicken
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Waiting for the morning

Imperceptible, drop by drop.
Dew is coming,
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Swallow

A swallow landed on my window.
She came early morning with a chirp
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Moj sokole

Klikni sokole moj, uzleti visoko
Uzleti s bunjišta kokoško ćora
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Lastavica

Na prozor moj sleti lastavica.
Podranila sa cvrkutom.
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6.

Stone
Stone on the stone
Remembrance
Turned into stone / petrified /
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Kamen
Kamen na kamen
Spomen
U kamen pretvoreno
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Eyes
Your eyes
My eyes
No sound, no motion
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Tvoje oči
Moje oči
Bez zvuka, bez kretnje
Tišina u našim očima
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Like a woman without children.
Solitary stands an old vine.
Ghostly like a night shadow.
Cursed like a bad crop.
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Kao žena bez poroda
Samuje stara loza.
Sablasna poput noćne sjene.
Ukleta kao nerodna godina.
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The night is my concubine.
A silent companion to my thoughts.
A night under the stars.
Truth in dreams.
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Noć je moja prilježnica.
Mislima mojim tiha saputnica.
Noć pod zvijezdama.
Java u snovima.
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14.

Bumbar
imali smo po pet godina
nas troje prije šezdeset godina
i ko bi se sjetio toga dana
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we were five years old
the three of us sixty years ago
so, who would remember that day
when we buried Bumblebee
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jul, podnevna žega
nedelja pred ručak
i to glupo dozivanje
ručak!
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July, midday heat
Sunday before lunch
and that stupid calling
Lunch!
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Od versi mojih ispletoh ti vijenac.
U spomen na suzu tvoju čistu k'o zdenac.
Tebi što si mi verse čitala duge
i pričala što se krije iza pjesnikove tuge.
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19.

I wove a wreath for you from my verses.
In memory of your tear, as clean as a well.
To you for reading me long verses
and talking about what is hidden behind the poet's sadness.
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Nastasimir Franovic Biography

Born in Dubrovnik, Croatia in 1960. Live and work in Montenegro Write poetry, short stories, novels and drama.)

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My Tercel

My tercel

Click my peregrine, fly off high
Fly off the dunghill you blind chicken
Do not eat meat from the master's hand, damn you peregrine
For the sake of the mountains
For the sake of the mountain lakes
For the sake of the karst rocks
For the sake of the sky
Click falcon, fly. Fly high my tercel
Don't land on the master's hand
Don't listen to the chime of the bells
Stay away from the hat and the leash
Fly, spread your wings over the hills
Observe the stinky coral from above
Sing freely. I want to hear your song
Click my falcon

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