Translation Sonja Asanović Todorović

APHRODITE XXI

( A WALK )

Afrodita Aphrodite in the square of our words,

hits words with the armory of our secrets,

highlights hidden areas,

hidden nights

from which emerge the insurgents of the uniqueness of the heart.

The armies of the Equinox of Suffering surrounded her,

they prophesy the step of the testimonies of all

of us

inside us.

The black coal of our presence

draws our characters

on the heart of this very moment.

On the street, the sparks of beggars illuminate our path and

posters on which the night claims to be our heart.

Aphrodite at the airport,

drags the suitcases of civilization,

undergoes X-ray control of her existence,

and our existence,

takes flight for the unquestionableness of our heart,

of her heart..

Aphrodite on the deserted streets,

rehearses a moment of compassion,

begs for the refugees of words,

begs for the asylum into the word,

observes the eternity of emotion

which escaped into the battles of heaven and hell.

Aphrodite in front of the Theater of the Future,

puts up a poster of her condition,

puts up a poster - the fluid of our wars,

puts up a poster - testimony about  the heart - the poet,

becomes the target of our quarreling metaphysics,

gives coins to the beggars of our visions,

measures the time of our theatrical mosaics of which

the night creates new ways,

of which the day molds the song of our survival.

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