Nina Živančević
anglais
GERING U KARIBIMA
Zanimljivo je biti živ
i iznad svega korisno
za čovečenstvo.
To je mera bola.
Zora me nikada nije sebi zvala
i moja put je tamna. Koža
sumraka sama zaklanja sunce
i noću budi se sama.
Posle ostaje rumen iz koje nastaju zraci
i belo perje pada sa anđeoskih krila.
Gering je sanjao meseršmit
jer je voleo zlato.
Volim zlato Geringa u rukama
i svetle od brzine nečujne avione koji nose
ovaj na drugi svet.
Moj seks u susret Karibima.
Tako zora je tamna
blještave senke su tamne
i tamno ulje u vrču.
Taman je čak i kokos i tamna deca
što dugo ispijaju njegov sok
držeći smeđeg Geringa danima među zubima.
Njihov smeh tad je zvonak
zlatan u majske zore kada sanjaju praznik
svog prvog lenjinskog bola.
Umreću i svet će opet biti dosadan.
Klopka za hladne dane.
GŐRING IN THE CARIBBEAN
It is interesting to be alive
and above all other things it’s useful
for mankind.
That is a measure for pain.
The dawn has never invited me
and my skin is dark. The skin
of twilight covers the sun by itself
and wakes up at night by itself.
The pink sky remains afterwards, the redness that creates the
sunshine and white feathers are falling off the angels’ wings.
Gőring dreamt of “messerschmidt”
because he loved gold.
I love to see Gőring’s gold in my hands
and the airplanes bright with speed, the soundless ones which
carry my sex towards the Caribbean.
Dawn is dark there,
bright shadows are dark there and oil in jugs as well.
Even the coconut is dark there as much as the children
who drink its milk for hours
clenching their dark Gőring between their teeth for days.
Their laughter rings happily then
and it is golden in the dawns of May
as they dream of the holiday of their first Leninist pain.
I will die and the world will become boring again.
A trap for cold days.