when clouds migrate, I think I’m running.

whiteness of the sea spreading in the cave.

the orange tumbles from kilimanjaro into a piece of ljubljana.

the sea moving away from the bladder and urine trickling

too often. when I’m running, I think clouds migrate.

© translated by Jernej Županič

kadar se selijo oblaki, mislim, da tečem.

belina morja se v votlini širi.

pomaranča se vali s kilimandžara v kos ljubljane.

nebo se oddaljuje iz mehurja in seč prepogosto

curlja. kadar tečem, mislim, da se selijo oblaki.

© Kristina Hočevar, Nihaji (CZ, 2009)