| Diwan Special issue|
Born in 1970 in Skopje (Macedonia), lives in Skopje (Macedonia).
so, for a few years now he keeps coming
here, as if he lived here
(and sometimes I think that’s true)
and talks about women and we both swallow
and smoke, sometimes he rolls a joint
and then his thoughts are all unconnected and fast.
”I am tired of all the applause,” he says, and I know
how he feels, and in silence we admit that with them it is
easier, they are a balance to the blues, like
a cloudy morning, that is better than a sunny morning,
when you’re hung over, when we’re hung over,
he goes through my manuscripts, never
says anything, he looks like me, goddamn bastard,
but I can’t kick him out, he was there for me many times,
many times when I was almost lost, very
lost, and damned-well aware of all the losses
that I had lived, and all the losses that wait for me
in this, in that, and in all the worlds there are,
”Bastard, he murmurs beneath his nose, you’re never there to boast of something,”
and we both pour another,
while I tap the blues with my foot.
it gets difficult when there’s no beer, your eyes
grow heavy, and there’s nothing to do
so we show our tattoos to one another.
the night is a whore too expensive for us,
and we always take her
Translated by Ulvija Tanović
Diwan 2002. Sva prava zadržana.
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