Oh nightmare maker, la mer de silence, hold back
the day! The nights are damp, strewn with bateaus ivres,
the empty barren land is covered with yellow thorns and golden
fleece, which someone clipped from a flock of sheep. Five
days I've been here, left without luggage. Alone.
I recall that Kalan and I were singing on
a yawl. I hear the echo of horrible explosions on Jupiter,
like those that created the conditions for life on
our planet. What do I need your light for? Is the water
that laps you had? My clock's covered with clams,
crabs tenderly chew me till the blood comes. Yesterday
my fire went out. I can't take it anymore and I won't.
I will write a note and put it in a bottle.
And I'll throw the bottle into the sea. Death is dumb.
O Morovnik, morje tišine, treba je zdržati
dan! Noči so vlažne, posute s pijanimi čolni,
pusto kopno prekriva rumeni bodež in zlato
runo, ki ga je nekdo postrigel čredi ovac.
Pet dni sem že tukaj, ostal sem brez prtljage,
sam, spomnim se, da sva s Kalanom še prepevala
na trabakuli. Čutim jek strahovite eksplozije
na Jupitru, podobne tisti, ki je ustvarila pogoje
za življenje na našem planetu. Kaj mi zdaj nuca
tvoje svetlo? Mehka voda, ki te liže? Spolovilo imam
pokrito s školjkami, vodne kozice me nežno grizljajo
do krvi. Včeraj mi je dogorel ogenj. Ne morem več,
ne da nočem. Napisal bom sporočilo in ga dal v steklenico.
Steklenico bom vrgel v morje. Smrt je smešna.
