To feel good,
to feel enough,
are states I can
barely describe.
Even though there are illusions
and backdrops in our streets,
behind it all is yet an indelible reality
within my sight's reach.
In the grey of the room, I readily forget
about the state of mind awoken
by the touch of the Sun,
about the feeling
of our persistence being true
only under its tenderness.
Good
and enough
sit on the bench
like teenage girls in the evening,
facing one another,
simple feeling money can't buy.
Some things reach you only by certified mail.
Most of my packages aren't under roofs,
nor behind the backdrops
of slot houses and advertisements,
but wherever I can find
a piece of sky above me,
there's also a pocket
out of which peeps the familiar, yet mysterious stuff,
there's something real, there's something for me.
Osećati se dobro,
osećati se dovoljno,
stanja gotovo neopisiva.
Iako su na ulici iluzije i kulise,
iza svega toga je neizbrisiva stvarnost
do koje moj pogled seže.
U polusenci sobe redovno zaboravim
na stanje uma indukovano
dodirom Sunca,
na osećaj da smo
jedino pod njegovom blagošću postojani.
Dobro
i dovoljno
sede na klupicama
poput tinejdžerki u večernjim satima,
okrenute jedna ka drugoj,
jednostavan osećaj koji ne možeš da kupiš.
Neke stvari stižu samo preporučenom poštom.
Većina mojih pošiljki nije pod krovovima.
Nije ni u kulisama
kladionica i reklama,
ali gdegod ima neba nadamnom,
mogu da pronađem džep
iz kojeg izbija poznata tajanstvena tvar
i tu ima nečega stvarnog, nečega za mene.