Ona je otvorena cesta i pasoš zgužvan pečatima.

Gitara bez žica na zadnjem sjedištu,

Kocka leda u njedrima

Plaža, galeb na vjetru i Azurna obala.

Ona je oblak što priguši sunce

I sunce je, i nebo i smijeh u daljini.

Ona je adrenalin u komorama,

Ona je papučica gasa

Oštra krivina i armiran graničnik kraj puta.

Ona je šaka pijeska na cesti

Tanak je sloj rose u primorsko svitanje

Trenutak nepažnje, klizanje točkova i

Preskočen otkucaj srca.

Ona je totalka,

Parčad stakla i provalija s druge strane.

Ona je zračni jastuk, ona je pojas za spasavanje

I nevidljiva mreža u koju se hvatam

Sekund prije entropije.

Ona je slomljeno rebro i staza krvi s arkade

Ona je strah, ona je smrt

Ona je nemjerljiva galama života.

She is an open road and a passport wrinkled with stamps.

A guitar without strings on the back car seat,

An ice cube in the bosom

A beach, a sea gull in the wind and Côte d'Azur .

She is a cloud shrouding the sun.

And the sun itself, and the sky and laughter in the distance.

She is the adrenaline in the heart chambers,

She is the accelerator pedal.

A sharp bend in the road and its armored shoulder.

She is a fistful of sand on the street

A gossamer layer of dew in the seaside dawn

A moment of incaution, skidding wheels and

Skipped heartbeats.

She is a totality

Shards of glass and an abyss on the other side.

She is an air cushion, a life vest.

And an invisible net in which I am ensnared

One second before entropy.

She is a broken rib and a trail of blood dripping from the arcade.

She is fear, she is death.

She is the ineffable din of life.

Sa bosanskog prevela Jana Begovic
Fotografija: Fiona Louise Larkins