Svest O Zaboravu (Consciousness Of Oblivion) Branko Miljkovi Consciousness Of Oblivion

Hope is a luxury. Eternal night in blood threatens to an imaginary eye with a wall blind. Oh fire, behind yourself dark, I can not recall for as if the first one to love, I love. Do I know what I knew do I know what I shall: name lost and the lonely shell, beautifully synchronized with the emptiness that recalls barren flowers and barren winters. I am worried lover of that flower that teases Sun and emptiness in me who turns into nightingale, when different than the rest landscape touches me and turn into dust. But with oblivion I protected the world and protect it for all times, from time and dust Oh where are those places when wind blows moving emptiness! Where is my timid star? Turpitude desire a poem in vain! On my knees I read the landscape that reveals in being, in an empty stone where hides the last star whose glow never lies. [Translated by Aleksandra Milanovi]