ABOUT DEPARTURES

Those who go away
Don’t really have anyone of their own

A night is the best friend of the departure
And the executioner of the one who goes away

The departure is the tyranny of solitude

It is an inner reexamination
Before the frightening exam
With no literature for it

The departure is exploring ourselves by groping
And horror of discovering
That what we leave in somebody else
Is the richest treasury of our soul

It is cruel and it pays no heed
For what we take away from the one we left

But the departure is also the rejuvenation of ourselves
And grafting of somebody else's golden bough
To our own leafless tree

It is always the double deposit
It is mutual enriching of two beings
And the solemn duty of keeping somebody else
Deep in ourselves

Those who get departed
Never actually go away from each other

Beograd, 2010.


O ODLASCIMA


Onaj koji odlazi
Nema zapravo nikoga svog

Noć je najbolja prijateljica odlaska
I krvnica odlazećem

Odlazak je tiranija samoće

On je unutrašnje preslišavanje
Pred strašni ispit iz predmeta
Za koji ne postoji literatura

Odlazak je prepipavanje sebe
I užas otkrivanja
Da je ono što u drugima ostavljamo
Najpunija riznica naše duše

On je svirep
I ne haje za ono što mi drugima odnosimo

Ali odlazak je i zanavljanje sebe
I kalemljenje tuđe zlatne grane
Na sopstveno ogolelo stablo

On je uvek dvostruki zalog
Bogaćenje sebe drugim i drugog sobom
I svečana dužnost čuvanja drugog u sebi

Oni koji se rastaju nikad zapravo
Ne odu jedni od drugih

BEOGRAD, 2010.