(Savršenstvo vatre – M.Antić) CLXXV Boliš me, telo moje, boliš me. Otkidam latice svetlosti, da te smrt manje peče. Boliš me. Ne preboliš me. Razboliš me. Gorim te. A ogoliš me. Goriš me. A ogolim te. Otkidam lance vremena. O, veruj mi, u nas će A da li će zarasti to more ljubomore? Moli me. |
English Translation CLXXV You are hurting me, my body, you are hurting me. I’m plucking pedals of light, so that death burns you less. You are hurting me. Not getting over me. Making me sick. I burn you. And you are denuding me. Burning me. And I denude you. I am tearing off chains of time. Oh, trust me, cannons of hatred But will the sea of jealousy heal? Beg me. |