MARGARITA

ponedjeljak , 10.02.2014.

kad bih mogla birati svoje ime
zvala bih se margarita;
bila bih beskrajno strpljiva
i voljela bih
beskrajno

nisam margarita,
haljina mi nije istkana od praštanja,
ni ruke mi nisu ljekovite

ponekad ipak
tu i tamo
(kad noć poljubi
modrim poljupcem u čelo)
zajašim metlu
najnježnije što znam
i poletim
i pronebesim
daleko

poluglasom
potiho
dozivam tada majstora
tiho
da mu misao
ne prekinem
sobom
da ne prekinem
nepovratno

tada
i samo tada
zovem se margarita
samo tada sam
nebeska
i
slovna

samo tada sam
ja
do bezdana

/majstore,
ugasi svijeću
jer nastupilo je
vrijeme bezglasja!/


Master’s Margarita

If I could choose my own name
I’d call myself Margarita
I’d be infinitely patient
And love with endless love
But, I’m not Margarita
My dress is not made of forgiveness
My hands don’t heal

Sometimes, however
Here and there
(when the night presses
a blue kiss on my forehead)
I gently mount my broom
Flying into the skies
Swallowing long distances
In a low voice I cry out
The Master’s name
Softly, avoiding to impose
my very self on his thoughts
Beyond retrieve

Only then
My name is Margarita
and Margarita is my true self
Made of skies and words

Only then
It is I
Beyond abyss
(Master, turn off the candlelight!
Time is voiceless!)

Prijevod: Neo