Sunday 16 February 2014

               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

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