I will forget about every day, sunny vaginas of Rio

and  jumpy jingles. I will forget about every night,

dark forms, and apparitions, and shadows of my parents.

Everything that matters and which does not matter.

Everything that only just calms down. Everything which

divides things connected in this double world

which is the best of all worlds, because there is no better one,

a better than the best.

Forget about everything—it sounds so good
like the letter of the impossible, which is surrounded

by  the possible, gathered there to form words in order to see    

the things that are said, melted like candle-wax of that something

which we call memory,

which  remembers us solely as dumb tunes

on  the deaf and frigid face of the Moon.


Translated from Serbian by Nina Živančević