Poslednja fotografija sa ocem
Nisam sačuvao
Poslednju fotografiju sa ocem.
Sedeli smo u očevom automobilu,
I ja sam ćutao,
On je govorio teško dišući,
U borbi za vazduh.
Od fotografije je ostala
Samo traka svetla,
Iako mi je ona važnija
Od sačuvanih fotografija.
Ali se sećam
Da sam gledao pravo napred,
Širom otvorenih očiju,
Kao da sam video
Ono što dolazi.
Ono što je već došlo
I smestilo se između nas,
U svetložutom očevom automobilu.
Last Photograph with Father
I have not kept
The last photograph with my father.
We were sitting in my father’s car,
And I was silent,
He was talking and breathing heavily,
Struggling for air.
What is left of the photograph
Is just a strip of light,
Although it is more important to me
Than the preserved photographs.
But I remember
That I was looking right ahead,
With my eyes wide open,
As if I could see
What was coming.
What had already come
And placed itself between us,
In my father’s light yellow car.
Translated: Dragan Purešić