...Rough Night Poem by Natasa Bajic

Rough night
Gave the stars
For a mere trifle
I'm spilling cheap steps
Differently
Insipidly
As a description - it's weak...
As a taste - it's awful...
It stinks like a soup from two days ago
Just keep quiet and
Undress me...
And some distant forests
Chambers of mountain rocks
Licking of rapids stones -
We're building with autumn leaves
With the sky thick as a filling
Cherish it for happier days
Such memory is worth like gold,
Somewhere far away - when I disappear
Me - the way I used to be -
Canned in a smile
Don't give away-
Keep in memory...

Translated by Ivan Bošković and Aleksandra Dragosavljević