a portraIT

by Alen Brlek


a portraIT

It's Michelangelo's dream. 
The final rotation of stars. 12 claustroechoes
of pain at the frequency of god.
They say he whom the sound penetrates
has wild horses in his fingers
prancing the big amblebang
to the source, where he decants himself into himself, 
overcomes time and space, 
and can no longer go back.
In all languages of the world, they say, 
that is embrace.

 

Translated from the Croatian by Mirza Puric

PORTRET

To je školjka. Dioba. Krugovi u žitu.
Ondje je, kažu, prohodalo prvo mladunče sna,
progovorilo u sebe 13 puta 
i tako je nastalo prvovoćje. Eskaliralo
u naručje, obujmilo. Onebilo.
Ondje kažu, između dva života, živi pastir
koji svako jutro od sebe otjera ovce.
Onda ih noću plače i traži,
a od svake koju izgubi
bude polje riže u jednom od života.
Tako se hrani.