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| Your Voice
As if you'd never been mine You say hello in an ordinary, meaningless voice The voice is everything, both oath and punishment The voice reveals things better than the eye or heart If it's harsh and deep, slow and sleepy and comes from the mouth like a train from the tunnel, You are tired of me. If it's unconvincing and hangs in the air like a tightrope walker swinging in the air Something new has happened to you. Something you want to hide from us But out there, Out of reach of lightning, of eye, of thought, of light The hesitating voice can reach me If it is high-pitched, sharp and angry Like a Pekingese's bark when I cross his path I grow silent and get out of the way until the storms pass No big deal Like an earthquake in Japan, 7 degrees on the Richter scale Like an electrician getting a shock Something quite ordinary, an everyday joke. When it's soft like a cloud gliding silently high above the river On a calm, windless day Like a pillow in a five star hotel Where we spent one single night, Like a sweaty palm, sweat dripping on your name Like the word mother in my mother tongue Like I love you and don't forget me All this happened once That voice which stumbled over your tongue Like volcanic lava over rickety mountain cabins And ran through my ears Like a thief bringing presents That was love And now It's like you've never been mine I can hear that voice, precise, flat and cold It tells me more than your look and your face It's been washed in the rains of many summers and falls Deprived of emotions, unsympathetic to the past That voice, like an unknown soldier, Strict and hungry Killing guiltlessly.
Translated by Ivana Djuric Paunovic
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