Dok okrećem pedale

                Bezlično je dok se topi belo

                sliva se niz obraze i šake

                točkovi se okreću

                vozim i polazim

                a prolazim do zaborava

                Stope u belom i slova smera

                New York ili beton predgrađa

                sivo-bela šema

                smeši se sa okna

                dok pogled se baca

                U svetu snova i ta mogućnost postoji

                negde ispod pokrivača

                belog kao belo na krovovima

                kao belo u očnim dupljama

                kao belo u lobanji

                kao belo kada pogled pada

                na teme iznad neona

                uglavljenih u srž betona

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Turning the pedals

Glacial while melting white

Gushing down the cheeks and hands

The wheels keep gyrating

I drive and persist

Alight to oblivion

Alabaster footsteps and letters of direction

New York or suburban concrete

A scheme in grey-white

Smirks from the window panes

While glances are squandered

In a dream world this promise subsists

Somewhere under the covers

White as white on roof tops

As white in eye sockets

As white in the skull

As white when a glance slides

Above neon temples

Stuck in concrete crux

First place (English version) at competition with the topic “My American Dream”, American Corner Subotica 2011.

Autor:

Vladimir Milojković