Nastasimir Franovic Poems

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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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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