Maybe the story of my meaning discovery
will mean something to someone.
Maybe it'll serve as a map.
If I offer you a photograph
and explain in detail
what makes it special,
and which colour, and what line
evoke this thought, and that feeling
in the landscape forever emerging
in my chest,
maybe you'll think
that life's not so bad.
I'd like to take you a step further,
in a direction long forgotten.
I'd like to jump from the connecting bridge
of the good-bad polarities.
In that fall, an image you called
by your name
might draw it's final breath.
If I then offer you the same photograph
and explain to you the same;
the brotherhood and the sisterhood
of the forms perceived and the sensations in me,
the life will simply stay as is,
but the words are revealed
to be a game,
something to return to
again and again,
following the path I carved
in the maps of meaning.
Možda nekome bude značila priča o tome
kako sam pronašla smisao.
Možda posluži kao mapa.
Ako ti pružim fotografiju
i objasnim do sitnih detalja
šta je čini posebnom
i koja linija i boja bude
koji osećaj i misao
u pejzažu što izvire i razvija se
u mojim grudima,
možda ćeš pomisliti
da život nije tako loš.
Možda ću pomisliti
da život nije tako loš.
Htela bih da te odvedem korak dalje,
u pravcu na koji si zaboravila.
Htela bih da skočimo sa mosta koji spaja
polarnosti dobar-loš.
U tom padu može dušu da ispusti
neka slika koju si nazivala samom sobom.
Ako ti tad pružim istu fotografiju
i isto ti objasnim
bratstvo i sestrinstvo
formi na slici i oseta u meni,
tada će život ostati – život,
a reči će biti igra,
zabava kojoj možeš da se vraćaš
iznova i iznova
tragom koji sam upisala
na mapama smisla.