Andrej Hočevar

Moški pri tridesetih

Idioma: esloveno

Traducciones: inglés (Men in their Thirties)

Moški pri tridesetih

Moški, ki bomo pri štiridesetih kupovali nove
teniške loparje, posebne gramofonske igle in prve
vozovnice za Indijo, si pri tridesetih zavezujemo copate

za tek in izginjamo v svetlobo zgodnjega večera.
Nekdo, ki ga vedno znova zapuščamo,
nas vedno znova pričaka doma, kamor se vrnemo

nespremenjeni, četudi potni in močnejši. Svet okoli
sebe najbolje dojemamo s hitrostjo tekača.
Telesa nam še dovoljujejo, da nismo nikoli

pri miru, zato vrztrajamo pri prepričanju, da
vse, kar miruje, ostaja mimobežno in brez volje,
in vse, kar se premika, v sebi samozadostno počiva.

Moški pri tridesetih se počutimo kot fantje
iz višjih razredov – večji le za eno glavo,
le za spoznanje bolj hrabri in zato bolj dostopni

kot naši očetje, ki so nekoč davno prestopili mejo,
preskočili našo starost in nam odrekli primerljivost –,
zato v trenutkih miru nehamo verjeti v napredek,

ki ga bomo čez deset let ponovno slavili:
nekaj nam bo odrekalo veselje ob zasluženih dosežkih
in začeli bomo iskati nove vzornike,

ob katerih naši cilji ne bi bili videti tako plehki.

Moški pri tridesetih ne vemo, kaj mislijo ženske
pri tridesetih, čeprav si jih radovedno ogledujemo.
Ne vemo, kaj počnejo ženske pri tridesetih,

ki bodo pri štiridesetih še vedno stale v svojih
nekdanjih, za nas novih telesih, a ne bodo
imele časa, da bi to opazile. Takrat bodo potrebovale

moške, ki pri tridesetih o tem ne vemo še ničesar,
kar ne pomeni, da bomo moški pri štiridesetih
bolj dojemljivi za lepoto opuščenih ciljev.

Ženske pri tridesetih, ki bodo pri štiridesetih
ponovno pogledale k nam z očmi naših otrok,
nas bodo mogoče izzvale, naj jih tudi mi pogledamo

z otroškimi očmi izpred desetih let. Zato moramo
ohranjati dobro telesno formo in se oklepati
prepričanja, da si bomo vedno zvesti, če bomo

le dovolj hitro tekli, da bi prehiteli pogled
na obrano trto, sveže konjske fige in druge neznosne
trenutke, v katerih je treba oceniti zadnjo letino –

moški pri tridesetih preprosto še ne vemo,
da potrebujemo ženske pri tridesetih
zato, ker brez njih ni življenja,

ki bi nam prizaneslo.

Traducciones:

Idioma: inglés

Men in their Thirties

We men who will in our forties buy new
tennis rackets special turntable needles and our first
tickets to India are now in our thirties tying sneakers

disappearing into the light of early evening
that person we leave again and again
keeps waiting for us at home to where we return

unchanged full of sweat and strength we understand
the world around us best at the speed of running
our bodies (still) allow us to never be

(still) so we cling to the belief that everything
at a stand (still) remains but fleeting without will
and everything moving self-sufficiently finds repose in itself

we men in our thirties feel like boys
from upper grades taller by a hair
only slightly tougher more accessible

than our fathers who once long ago stepped over the line
skipped our age and denied any possibility of comparison
so in moments of peace we stop believing in progress

in ten years time we’ll start again
something will negate the joys of our hard-won success
we’ll look for new role models

compared to which our goals won’t seem so vain

We men in our thirties have no clue what women think
in their thirties though we eye them with curiosity
nor do we have any clue what women in their thirties do

women who in their forties will still stand firmly
rooted in their bodies always so fresh to us
but they’re too busy to notice they’re going to need

us men who in our thirties know nothing about such things
though even as men in our forties we won’t be
increasingly susceptible to the beauty of abandoned goals

women in their thirties who in their forties
will regard us now with the eyes of our children
challenge us to regard them likewise

with our childish eyes ten years past
for this we must keep in shape believe we’ll be true
if only we can run fast enough to out-

strip the harvested vine fresh horse apples
and other unbearable fruits of the harvest

we men in our thirties are simply not yet
aware that we need women in their thirties
for without them no future life

will spare us

Andrej Hočevar

* 30.05.1980, Maribor, Eslovenia
Vive en: Ljubljana, Eslovenia

A member of the editorial board at LUD Literatura, Andrej Hočevar (1980) is the main editor of the literary series Prišleki. After having been the review editor at the magazine Literatura, he became the editor in chief of the online magazine www.ludliteratura.si. He is also the author of five poetry collections. The first, Vračanja (2002) was nominated as the best newcomer. It was followed by Ribe in obzornice (2005), Pesmi o koscih in podobnostih (2007) and Privajanje na svetlobo (2009). His most recent book was published in 2011 and is titled Leto brez idej. His works, translated into different languages, have appeared in various magazines and anthologies and Hočevar was a guest at many literary festivals across Europe. In Italian, his poems have been, along different magazines, published in the anthology Dieci poeti sloveni contemporanei. Besides poetry, Hočevar also writes reviews and essays (mostly about poetry). Recently, he has also been reviewing music, mostly jazz. Here and then he might translate something (mostly poetry from English) and write introductions. He quit playing in a rock band some time ago, though he sometimes combines poetry with music, mostly of an improvised nature. Even though those performances are of a somewhat ephemeral nature, one recording, with Andraž Jež, is available on the CD Pri besedi z glasom in zvokom.

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