from pictures of friuli from pier paolo pasolini



bez kaputa, u vazduhu punom jasmina
izgubio sam se koračajući u noći
dišući pohlepno i uzdržano, do tačke

nepostojanja, kad postaneš groznica u vazduhu
blagorodna kiša i povetarac
koji pritiska osušeni asfalt, svetla,

obrise dvorišta, čopor oblakodera pun
rupa i fabrika, prekriven
tamom i bedom …

zgazio sam prljavo tvrdo blato, i žbunje nasuprot
novih i oronulih kućeraka, na ivicama
prostora obraslog toplom travom... često iskustvo

pruža više veselja, vise života
od nevinosti, ali ovaj tihi vetar
dolazi iz svetlog kraljevstva

nevinosti… Privremen i zakržljao miris
proleća, šireći se, rastvara
sve ograde u srcu koje sam postavio

sa jednim jasnim ciljem: stare želje,
žudnje, izgubljene nežnosti- vidim ih opet
u ovom svetu prepunom rastanaka


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Jacketless, in the jasmine air
I lose myself walking in the evening
breathing–greedy and overcome, to the point

of nonexistence, of becoming a fever in the air
the fecund rain and the breeze
that presses parched on asphalt, headlights,

construction yards, herds of skyscrapers full
of pits and factories, crusted over
with darkness and misery .

I trample the foul hardened mud, and brush against
new and decrepit huts, at the edges
of warm grassed-over spaces . . . Often experience

spreads around it more gaiety, more life,
than innocence: but this silent wind
comes from the luminous realm

of innocence . . . The premature and stunted smell
of spring, spreading, dissolves
all barriers in the heart I've recaptured

with the only clear thing: old desires,
thirsts, lost tendernesses–I see them again
in this drifted world of leaves.

--translated from the Italian by Peter Borten