A journey from me to you
Dear passengers,
the weather is extraordinarily
sad,
our destination unknown,
we are flying at the dangerous height
at a breakneck speed.
Just a few more illusions
and we shall land
at the beginning.
Do not think
and do not leave your seays
until the termination
of the heart beats.
Attention, please!
In the case of a failure of love
the rose of the body
opens instinctivly,
falls freely,
for no laws are operative.
Translated by Ajsa Zahirovic
Skylark 56 (1986) - India,
Spec.Yugoslav Women's poetry number.
