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Slike dišemo među
galerijama u slijepim stepenastim ulicama
Iza starih vrata
sa zvekirom otkucaj srca otpjevan među slikama
Zovem te tu da
nastanimo riječi
One odzvanjaju u
potpisima svjetla i tmine
Sjenčenja sati
kad sunce vaja krug
I ljulja vazduh
među palmama
U burama zaborav
zvuka od pjevanja
Prstenom vodenim
vjenčan talas obrušiće stijenu
U pjenu
pretvoriće se sve što ne zna
Udubljenja u
njima što skrivaju male bezene misli i molitve
Da majke nas rode
malo srećnije
Očevi podignu na
ramena visoko do neba
Tamo gdje dijete
stoluje i za krilom ptice nikad ne posustaje
Tamo gdje
izmišljamo stepenik hiljadu i prvi
Za spuštanje prvo
i ustajanje potonje
Tu Harlekin se
odriče svojih miljokaza bez Rima
Puteva bez Carigrada
i groba bez Jerusalima
Jednog ludog
svijet što ljulja svijet
Pijan k’o pijani
brod što ljulja ga svijet
Pri talasu misli
na izmaku svijet
U ljepoti da ga
spasiš il na dno porineš
Riječju probudiš
il’ kamenom uklešeš
U misao
stepeništa nova
You and I with the song of stone the human breath sung
We breathe the paintings among the galleries
In blind streets full of stairs behind the old door with the
knocker
A heartbeat sung out among the pictures
I’m calling you here to this place the words reverberate in
signatures
Of light and darkness shading of the hours when the sun
sculpts the circle
The air is swayed among the palms and in the tempest
The oblivion of the sound made of singing will turn all into
foam
Everything that does not know of the crevice hiding little
pools of thought and prayer
For the mother to bear us a little bit happier
For the fathers to lift us on the shoulders high up to the
sky
Where the child dwells and never lags behind the wing of a
bird
Where we keep inventing the step a thousand and first
For an initial descent and a final ascent
This is where Harlequin rejects his milestones without Rome
His roads without Constantinopolis and the tomb without
Jerusalem
One crazy world that sways the world
As drunk as a drunken ship swayed by the world
Close to the wave of thought the descent of the world in
beauty
To save or sink it to the bottom
To awake it by the word or chisel it through the stone
Into the thought of new stairways
