Mario Hibert
боснийский
The House Where it is Impossible Not to Fall in Love
In the flick of an eye
the room shrinks to a double pulse
and you recognise half of everything
The chairs
too far apart
teeter
Extravagant fables gather in doorways
circulate like draughts with no reference
to the real
which disappears
under the carpet
when your voice at breaking point
rolls over a mouthful of bricks
to fill these crumbling arches that have
opened up all over you
and you should go home now but you never can
Из: Remains of a Future City
Seren Books, 2008
Аудиопроизводство: Literaturwerkstatt Berlin 2009
KUĆA U KOJOJ JE NEMOGUĆE NEZALJUBITI SE
U treptaju oka
soba se širi u dvostrukom pulsu
i ti prepoznaješ polovicu svega.
Stolice, predaleko odvojene,
teturaju se.
Čudne se bajke skupljaju na vratima,
kruže kao promaja bez preporuke
stvarnome, koje nestaje
pod tepihom
kad se tvoj glas, u prijelomnom trenutku,
zakotrlja preko zalogaja cigli
da popuni ove urušavajuće svodove što
su se otvorili preko cijelog tebe
i ti bi sada trebao otići kući ali ti to nikad ne možeš.