Kora Potočnik - Arsen Dedic

Zbog koje sam produžavao mladost

I volio na zaboravljen način

Za početak:

Širi se crnilo

Između bijelih stupova Tivolija

U ovom času ne mogu sastaviti njeno lice

Koja je topla kugla

Naslonjena na moju dušu

Koja je pokret noćnog mora —

Potocnik Kora

Zbog koje sam vozio danima

I uvjeravao se da mi je svijet suvišan

Tajanstvo Slovenije

Vlaga se skuplja u njenoj koži

A usta su joj smrvljena voćka

Nejasan put na zvuk «roga»

Do njene šume, do njenog mora —

Potočnik Kora

Koja nije ona prava

Drukčije to želim reći;

Dobrostojeća je moja mora

Čiji telefon godinama šuti

I ponižava moje stare ljubavi

Odane drugom vremenu

Koja je pismo bez odgovora —

Potočnik Kora

Koja se jednom dala, tek tako

Da bi bila još dalja

Kao medalja na mrtvom tijelu

I pobjegla u nečijim kolima

Ali u jezero iza jutarnjih gora —

Potočnik Kora

Koja je preslišala moju mladost

Prelistala moje albume

Koja nas proziva

Prema čijem su smijehu

Moje iskustvo, Azija, ironija i diploma

Neusporedive noći — ništa

Zbog koje se drukčije pije i hoda

Jedina zemlja, jedini stanovnik —

Kora Potočnik

Generacija o kojoj razgovaram

Što hoće od mene?

O, tako jednostavno padaju geografija i literatura!

Ona ne voli, ili voli — ne voli

Bez milosti je, bez uvjerenja

Duša bez tajne i izvora —

Potočnik Kora

Koja mi je tako malo vremena ostavila

Koja se smije dok čita svoju pjesmu

Zbog nje su moje ljubavi stvari

A ona je opet ideja

Koja je uzela više no što je smjela

Igrala se, ništa nije htjela

Koja se ljubila kao da mora —

Potočnik Kora

Pa da se oprostim od one

Kojoj treba manje ljubavi

No što joj se daje

Koju je moje srce samo kratko nerviralo;

Križaljka za koju joj nedostaju

Još dva — tri slova

Koja je sve tajne mog života

Kao čarobnjak u noćnom lokalu

Sabrala u jednu pticu

I pustila je da odluta

Ja nešto drugo branim

I sve ovo stvarno ne bih smio

Pa ipak «na vašu službu» bjegunac-vojnik —

Kora Potočnik

Because of which I prolonged my youth

And loved in a forgotten way

Firstly:

The blackness was spreading

Between the white columns of Tivoli

I can't make out her face at this hour

Which is a warm ball

Leaning on my soul

What's the nightmare move—

Kora stream

Which made me drive for days

And he convinced himself that the world was too much for me

Secret of Slovenia

Moisture collects in her skin

And her mouth is a crushed fruit

Vague path to horn sound

To her forest, to her sea—

Kora stream

Which is not the right one

I want to say it differently;

Prosperous is my sea

Whose phone has been silent for years

And he humiliates my old loves

Loyal to another time

What is the unanswered letter—

Kora stream

Which was given once, just like that

To be even further

Like a medal on a dead body

And ran away in someone's car

But into the lake beyond the morning mountains—

Kora stream

Which overheard my youth

Flipped through my albums

Which calls us names

According to whose laughter they are

My experience, Asia, irony and degree

Incomparable nights — nothing

Because of which he drinks and walks differently

One country, one inhabitant—

Kora Potočnik

The generation I'm talking about

What does he want from me?

Oh, that's how easy geography and literature fall!

She does not love, or she loves — she does not love

It is without grace, without conviction

A soul without secret or source—

Kora stream

Which left me so little time

Who laughs as she reads her poem

Because of her, my loves are things

And it is an idea again

Who took more than she should have

She was playing, she didn't want anything

Who kissed like she had to—

Kora stream

So let's say goodbye to her

Who needs less love

But what is she doing?

Whom my heart only vexed briefly;

A crossword for she misses them

Two more — three letters

What are all the secrets of my life

Like a wizard in a nightclub

Collected in one bird

And she let it wander

I defend something else

And I really shouldn't do all this

And yet "at your service" fugitive-soldier—

Kora Potočnik