MILAN TODOROV: DESERT
Milan Todorov
Jednom pre tridesetak godina
bio sam u pravoj pravcatoj
pustinji.
Bila je to pustinja Negev
u Izraelu.
Pre ulaska u nju
kupih vodu, kekse i paket
prve pomoći.
Na ulazu u pustinju
stojao je natpis
„Oprez! Ulazite u pustinju
na svoju odgovornost“.
I ušli smo
u klimatizovanom autobusu,
malo razgledali,
ćeretali,
flertovali sa lepom turističkom
voditeljkom.
Pustinja nas nije zadovoljila.
Bila je odviše zemaljska,
ništa pakleno.
Bio sam razočaran.
Ja sam od onih koji
uvek unapred vide
loše stvari.
I prošle noći sanjam svoju
pustinju.
U njoj je hladno.
Bije vetar sleva i sa desna.
Od snega u mojoj pustinji
ne mogu oči da otvorim.
U mojoj snevanoj pustinji je crkva
koju je posetio Sveti Sava
i u njoj se čuva lek
protiv svih bolesti.
Samo je važno
krišom
na prstima
izaći iz svog
pustinjačkog života.
Once, some thirty years ago,
I was in a real, genuine
desert.
It was the Negev Desert
in Israel.
Before entering it
I bought water, biscuits,
and a first-aid kit.
At the entrance to the desert
there was a sign:
“Warning! You enter the desert
at your own risk.”
And we entered
in an air-conditioned bus,
looked around a bit,
chatted,
flirted with a beautiful
tour guide.
The desert did not satisfy us.
It was too earthly,
nothing infernal.
I was disappointed.
I am one of those
who always foresee
bad things.
And last night I dreamed
my own desert.
In it, it is cold.
The wind blows from the left
and from the right.
From the snow in my desert
I cannot open my eyes.
In my dreamed desert there is a church
visited by Saint Sava,
and in it a remedy is kept
against all diseases.
What matters is only
to slip out,
secretly,
on tiptoe,
from one’s own
hermit’s life.
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