Ivan Dobnik - Vilenica

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A footstep follows a footstep,
in a thousand lines there is a footstep
in the lines of thousands of footsteps.
There are no traces behind them,
no traces of lines.
Forms of gasping change
the form of nothingness.
The big sphere shapes a perfect
face of the emptiness takeoff
and weakness consumes the shadows
that linger
as an instant memory
of a presence not there.
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I’ll keep returning
and putting the ruins of the world together.
even those
resembling my time.
I’ll tinge colours into all
the cracks of the madness of being,
loving, dying of presence.
Then, my son, we will find
the infinity of space
and thrust upon it a face, body, soul.
We’ll implant it with a heart, eyes,
and we’ll stop, searching for new births.
Then, my son,
we will listen to the silence
of echoes.
Aleksander Peršolja · 207
Translated by Aleksandra Kocmut