you call to say that’s what you do now that you’re without history,

now that you’re filling in the spots. rectangles, your mood from the receiver, pictures,

you’re in a hurry, going somewhere through the seasons. you rally the people and call

them like you’re calling me now, becoming quiet, running away, my timelessness, and I’m

retreated behind shop windows

by the temperature of the eyes

© translated by Jernej Županič

kličeš in praviš, da to zdaj počnete, ko nimate zgodovine,

ko polnite lise. pravokotniki, tvoje razpoloženje iz slušalke, slike,

mudi se ti, skozi letne čase se ti nekam mudi. zbirate in kličete takole

ljudi, kot ti zdaj kličeš mene, tišaš, uhajaš, moja brezčasnost, in mene

temperatura oči

umika v izložbe.

© Kristina Hočevar, Nihaji (CZ, 2009)