POEM
by Glorjana Veber

It could have been harder
as Martin Luther King already knew
the roads at night are red in one direction
and white in the other

as this night as we are approaching Germany
or the one we were approaching France
no matter where we come from we see the same
blackness and two colors in it

I'm writing a poem
someone in front of us is listening to the radio
reading an Italian book
sending messages in Spanish
sleeping an American dream

and outside the lights are changing
white and red, red and white
like an expedition of ants always the same
like a TV program or a Hollywood movie

and only sometimes the blue ones appear
and we all halt
only then
and then for a while
nothing.

Poem by Glorjana Veber
Translated by Djuradj Vujcic
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Poem by Glorjana Veber
All rights reserved 2014. Copyright © Glorjana Veber

Translated by Djuradj Vujcic
All rights reserved 2014. Copyright © Djuradj Vujcic

Glorjana Veber – photo by Nina Medved
All rights reserved 2014. Copyright © Nina Medved

Published by Urban Book Circle on January 3, 2014
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