THIRST


A river could become
an ocean, if it contracted itself
that`s how much
vastness, eternity of waters
it can hold.

But if the river ever gets frozen
and if she ever gets tired of running it`s course,
she dies without the distance,
she dies in bondage cold.

The wind inside of her dies.
The forests die
The grains die.
And the sun 
that weaves its stems along its shores
must die.

This is why the river must not stop ever
and this is why 
with lips made of waters
thirstiest in the world
it runs forever!




In Serbian


ŽEĐ

Reka bi mogla da bude
okean, ako se zgrči,
toliko ima u sebi
ogromne, večite vode.

Al’ ako ikada zapne
i umori se dok trči,
umreće bez daljine,
umreće bez slobode.

Umreće u njoj vetar.
Umreće šume i žita.
Umreće bokori sunca
što se uz obale pletu.

Zato ne sme da stane
i zato večito hita,
sa usnama od vode,
najžednija na svetu.

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