Ana Pepelnik, Zoë Skoulding
englisch
pod stopnice
S prstom drezam v sponko
za papir. Razstavim jo
do tanke žičke
in nastane roža.
Za pripet podobe. Za poletje
ko na pomitih šipah ne bo
več risbic iz prahu.
Pozabila sem se pogovorit
z vetrom in si nalila vino
v čist kozarec. Steklo
je iz rož in na dnu je kamen.
Diši po cvetju iz Pariza
in včerajšnjem večeru
ko se je mesto zapiralo
ob stopnicah.
Po njih se je spuščal menih.
Spominjalo je na drsenje
in pripravljeni smo bili
pozabit na greh.
Golobu sem dala
salamo ker pri sebi
nisem imela drobtin.
Šele ko se je vse umirilo
smo shodili čez vodo
povezani z drobno sponko.
Under the stairs
I’m poking at a paper clip
with a finger. I dismantle it
to a thin wire
and a flower appears.
For pinning up images. For the summer
when there’ll be no more dust
drawings on the washed windows.
I forgot to talk
with the wind and poured myself some wine
in a clean glass. It’s made
of flowers and at the bottom there’s a stone.
You can smell the flowers from Paris
and yesterdays evening
when the city was closing
by the stairs.
There the monk was descending.
It looked like gliding
and we were prepared
to forget about the sin.
I gave some salami
to a pigeon because I
didn’t have any crumbs.
Not until everything was quiet
we started walking on the water
connected with a tiny paperclip.