Alen Brlek, Croatia

Alen Brlek, Croatia

The Poems

AMBEDO

Something ordinary should be done
like consent to Monday’s knuckle,
drink a glass of water, skip the heart.
At night have less faith in lightbulbs,
determinateness and one’s self.
Something simple should be done,
something within a reflex, primitively gentle
like to cover yourself with a blanket during the day.
Give up on it. Give it up. Give up.
Stop searching for a natural place of a crack,
for time and one’s self outside of it
And be happy.
Know that it’s not wrong to say
– I love.

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AMBEDO

Treba učiniti nešto obično
kao pristati na zglob ponedjeljka,
popiti čašu vode, preskočiti srce.
Preko noći manje vjerovati žaruljama,
određenosti i sebi.
Treba učiniti nešto jednostavno,
nešto unutar refleksa, primitivno nježno,
kao pokriti se dekom preko dana.
Odustati. Od ustati. Od usta ti.
Prestati tražiti prirodno mjesto loma,
vrijeme i sebe izvan,
i biti zadovoljan.
Znati da nije pogrešno reći
-Volim.

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BLUE

Today is Sunday, I breath with eerie softness
like a deer with an arrow in its neck. This place is
thousands upon thousands of hounds rushing into my arms.
In the morning, I read the silence of sleepy birds, the sound of pots
that always has something to do with the space between two objects

from the balcony, equal distance grows.
At noon, I look into the mirror and repeat – it’s all a dream, it’s all a dream.
Afterwards, I read deep into what was said, wait for the symbols
and symbioses, and something else with an s. Such as sunset, such as
smiling, to sleep

destiny.
In the evening, I read articles about people running away from wars and hunger
about the death of poetry and the sea, I cry and everything tilts into blue.
Today is Sunday, in everything I see a glimpse of you
in everything I wait for you.

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PLAVO

Danas je nedjelja, dišem jezivo meko
poput jelena sa strijelom u vratu. Ovo je mjesto
tisuće i tisuće lovačkih pasa koji hrle mi u zagrljaj.
Jutrom čitam tišinu pospanih ptica, zvuk posuđa
koji uvijek ima neke veze s prostorom između dva objekta

s balkona se prostire jednaka daljina.
U podne gledam u ogledalo i ponavljam – sve je san, sve je san.
Kasnije čitam duboko u izrečeno, čekam simbole
i simbioze, i još poneko ‘s’. Kao sutra, kao
smijeh, spavati

sudbina.
Uvečer čitam članke o ljudima koji bježe od ratova i gladi
o smrti poezije i moru. Plačem i sve naginje u plavo.
Danas je nedjelja i u svemu nazirem tebe,
u svemu te čekam.