Delete (Nafaka) Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

What a morning said
I do not remember
What happened yesterday
I do not remember
Cruelty of sunrise
I do not remember
The drama of entrance
I do not remember
The drama of exit
I do not remember
The tragedy of being cried
I do not remember
The comedy of being laughted
I do not remember

Putting on sense into the shoes
I do not remember
Putting on the morning into a little shirt of light
The hair unleashed in front of the mirror
The roads that tread on their own steps
I do not remember anything

An extinguished candle above the graves
The first cry out of the life’s womb
Being broken before God
Staying away from the answers
I don’t remember anything

sta je reklo jutro ne sjecam se
sta je bilo juce ne sjecam se
okrutnosti svitanja ne sjecam se
drame ulaska ne sjecam se
drame izlaska ne sjecam se
tragedije otplakanoti ne sjecam se
komedije odsmijanosti ne sjecam se
nicega ne sjecam se

obuvanja smisla u cipele trajanja
oblacenja jutra u kosuljicu svjetlosti
rasplitanja kose ispred ogledala
puteva sto gaze sopstvene korake
nicega ne sjecam se


gasenja svijeca iznad grobova
prvog placa iz utrobe zivota
slomljenosti pred Bogom
uzmicanja pred odgovorima
nicega ne sjecam se