The city is following us
This city shall follow you
We finally understand that we can’t escape the city.
When we headed for the mountain
hundred new buildings and houses sprung up
at its foot.
We gave up climbing it, because we knew
the city would catch up with us
on the way to the top, hell, they have already placed
the woods in museums that are not open on holidays.
When we headed for the airport we realised
the runway is passing through the centre of the city
making it pointless to fly: we have a return ticket
and in every city we go we’ll be welcomed by the same
shops employing many of our fellow citizens.
Though everything else may seem different,
the moon among the skyscrapers shall be the same.
We’ll probably be taken from the airport to the hotel
by a cab driver from our former neighbourhood,
who, no doubt, will tell us that the world is just one big city.
© translated by Milan Damjanoski