Novica Novakovic

 

Some Day

Some day, when in my mind Iíve strolled through my childhood,
when the blushing trace has finally disappeared in the strong
light, when the memory has been interrupted with a passionate
quote from Whitman, when my world is but mine, the smallest
and the biggest at the same time, when the angel has set down
on my bed, touching me silently, when, far away, a deer
is dying of a rifle shot, when everything has vanished and
Iíve started to doubt in the eldorado: then I shall whisper your name.


Translated by Uros Mozetic

 

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