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Mostar rains

1.
i loved a certain Svetlana in mostar one autumn
if only i knew whome she was sleeping with now
i'd chop her i'd chop her
if only i knew who was kissing her now
i'd knock his i'd knock his
ah if i knew who picking apricots
still unripe in me

2.
i was telling her you are a child you are green
i was telling her everything
and she wept on my hands at may words
i was telling her you are an angel you are a devil
your body is ripe don't pretend to be a saint
and all night blue rains were raining over mostar

3.
there was no sun no birds there was nothing
she asked me whether i had a brother what i studied
whether i was a croat whether i love rilke she asked everything
she asked me if i could do the same with every girl god forbid
she asked me in a low voice if i loved her
and blue rains were falling over mostar
she was luxuriously white in the dark od the room
but she wouldn't give she wouldn't
or she didn't dare devil knows

4.
it is autumn that dead autumn in window-panes
her eyes a bird her thighs a doe
she had a mole a mole she had i dare not say
she had a mole small and violet or so it seems to me
she asked me if i was a croat if i had a girl
if i loved rilke she asked me everything
while in the window like christmas bells of my childhood water
drops rang
and a night song softly along downtown
hey suleman mother's son

5.
she spread her years upon the floor
her eyes were full ripe peaches
her breasts were warm as puppies
i told her she was stupid she was putting on airs
svetlana svetlana do you know this is the atomic age
de gaulle gagarin and such nonsense i told her everything
she wept she wept

6.
i took her to the bazaar dives
i toke her everywhere
i hid her in caves carried her to a balcony
under bridges we played hide and seek the neretva a filly
under an old bridge i spoke of crnjanski
how marvelous he is how marvelous

7.
i drew her knees in wet sand
she laughed so merrily so innocently like first lilies
i took her to mosques karadjoz bey dead too dead
under his heavy tomb
so shantich's grave she carried some flowers cried a little
like a women
i took her everywhere

8.
it is this summer now
i am now quite different i write some poems
in a newspaper half a column gor pero zubac and nothing more
and all the night blue rains were falling over mostar
she was luxuriously white in the dark od the room
but she wouldn't give she wouldn't
od she didn't dare devil knows

9.
that sky those clouds those roofs
the pale sun of the hungry boy over mostar
i can't forget
nor her hair her small tongue like a strawberry
her laughter which could hurt like a curse
that player in the chapel on the white fill
god is great she said he will outlive us
nor those heavy blue rains
oh autumn her barren autumn

10.
she spoke of films of james dean
she spoke about everything a bit sadly a bit pathetically
or karenina
she said clyde griffiths could not
hurt a fly
i laughed you are stupid he is a murdeerer you are a child of
but those streets those news-boys selling the latest edition of
liberation
those half withered grapes in shop-windows i can't forget
that bitter barren autumn over mostar those rains
ske kissed me all night long and caressed me and nothing more
i swear by my mother we did nothing more

11.
after that summers came again rains came again
only one short letter from ljubljana why there
those leaves on pavements those days
i can't i don't know how
to erase

12.
she writes she asked me what i do how i live if i have a girl
whether i ever think of her and of that autumn of those rains
she is now the same she swears by god quite the same
shall i believe her shall i laugh i cursed christ a long time ago
and i don't quite love her whether she swore or not
it must be so lies are worthlees

13.
i talked to her of lermontov chagall i told her everything
she carried with her on old zweig's book read in the afternoon
her hair was threaded with summer the yellow colour of the
sun a little of the sea
first night her skin was also somewhat salty fish asleep
in her blood
we laughed at the boys who were jumping from bridges for
cigarettes
we laughed because it was not summer and thay were jumping
they are real children
she said they could die they could get pneumonia

14.
then her long too long silences came
i could freely think about anything explain spinoza
for hours i could look at others at leisure throw stones
down rock i could also go somewhere go far away
i colud have died alone on her breasts more lonely than anyone
i could have turned into a bird water a rock
i could have done all this

15.
her fingers were long weak bloodless but quick
we played lady-bird and hide and seek
svetlana get out you are under the rock i am not blinde
i am not stupid come up don't hesitate you'll be beaten
when it was her turn i could flee into the river itself she would
find me
she smells me immediately she says she knows me well
i never belived her she may have peeped through her fingers
she liked chestnuts we picked them round about
she carried them to the room hung them on threads
she loved roses those autumn roses i brought her
when they withered she would put them into a tin

16.
i asked her what she thought oh this world whether she belived
in communism
whether she would like to be natasha rostova i asked her
everything
sometimes stupid questions i know that only too well
i asked her whether she'd like a small son blond say
she jumped from enthusiasm yes yes
and all of a sudden she was overpowere by grief like dead fruits
she mustn't she mustn't she wouldn't do that for her life
do you hear him he thinks it's so easy as if i had fallen from
jupiter
who then is that zubac pera that he should be that mn and
not somebody else
by no means he thinks he is at least brando or such a one

17.
i told her you are stupid you are clever you are a devil
you are an angel i told her everything she believed nothing
you men are born liars you are rascals
she said everything
and blue rains were falling over mostar

18.
i really loved that svetlana one autumn
if only i knew who she was sleeping with now i'd chop his
i'd chop his if only i knew who was kissing her now
i'd knock his i'd knock his alas if only i knew who
was picking apricots still unripe in me

1965

Mostarske kiše!



U Mostaru sam voleo neku Svetlanu
Jedne jeseni
Jao kad bih znao sa kim sada spava
Ne bi joj glava, ne bi joj glava
Jao kad bih znao ko je sada ljubi
Ne bi mu zubi, ne bi mu zubi
Jao kad bih znao ko to u meni bere
Kajsije još nedozrele
Govorio sam joj ti si derište ti si
Balavica
Sve sam joj govorio
I plakala je na moje ruke, na moje reči
Govorio sam joj ti si anđeo, ti si đavo
Telo ti zrelo, šta se praviš svetica
A padale su svu noć neke modre kiše
Nad Mostarom
Nije bilo sunca, nije bilo ptica, ničeg
Nije bilo
Pitala me je imam li brata, šta studiram
Jesam li Hrvat, volim li Rilkea, sve me
Je pitala
Pitala me je da li bih mogao sa svakom
Tako sačuvaj bože
Da li je volim tiho je pitala
A padale su nad Mostarom neke modre
Kiše

Ona je bila raskošno bela u sobnoj tmini
Ali nije htela to da čini, nije htela
Il nije smela, vrag bi joj znao
Jesen je, ta mrtva jesen na oknima
Njene oči ptica, njena bedra srna
Imala je mladež, mladež je imala
Ne smem da kažem
Imala je mladež mali ljubičasti ili mi
Se čini
Pitala me je da li sam Hrvat imam li
Devojku
Volim li Rilkea, sve me je pitala
A na oknu su ko božićni zvončići moga
Detinjstva zvonile kapi
A noćna pesma tekla tihano niz donju
Mahalu
Ej Sulejmana othranila majka
Ona je prostrla svoje godine po parketu
Njene su oči bile pune kao zrele breskve
Njene su dojke bile tople ko mali psići
Govorio sam joj da je glupava, da se pravi
Važna
Svetlana Svetlana znaš li da je
Atomski vek
De Gol, Gagarin i koještarije, sve sam
Joj govorio
Ona je plakala, ona je plakala
Vodio sam je po kujundžiluku po
Aščinicama
Svuda sam je vodio
U pećine je skrivao, na čardak nosio
Pod mostovima se igrali žmurke Neretva
Ždrebica
Pod Starim mostom Crnjanskog joj
Govorio
Što je divan, šaputala je, što je divan
Kolena joj crtao u vlažnom pesku
Smejala se tako vedro, tako nevino ko
Prvi ljiljani
U džamije je vodio Karađoz beg mrtav
Premrtav
Pod teškim turbetom
Na grob Šantićev cveće je odnela malo
Plakala kao i sve žene
Svuda sam je vodio
Sada je ovo leto
Sad sam sasvim drugi, pišem neke pesme
U jednom listu pola stupca za Peru Zupca
I ništa više
A padale su svu noć nad Mostarom neke
Modre kiše
Ona je bila raskošno bela u sobnoj tmini
Al nije htela to da čini, nije htela
Il nije smela, vrag bi joj znao
Ni ono nebo ni ono oblačje ni one
Krovove
Bledunjavo sunce izgladnjelog dečaka
Nad Mostarom
Ne umem zaboraviti
Ni njenu kosu njen mali jezik kao jagodu
Njen smeh što je umeo zaboleti kao
Kletva
Onu molitvu u kapeli na Belom Bregu
Bog je veliki, govorila je, nadživeće naša
Ni one teške modre kiše
O jesen besplodna njena jesen
Govorila je o filmovima o Džemsu Dinu
Sve je govorila malo tužno malo
Plačljivo o Karenjini
Govorila je Klojd Grifits ne bi umeo
Ni mrava zgaziti
Smejao sam se, ti si glupa on je ubica
Ti si dete
Ni one ulice one prodavnice poslednjeg
Izdanja Oslobođenja
Ni ono grožđe polusvelo u izlozima ne
Umem zaboraviti
Onu besplodnu gorku jesen nad Mostarom
One kiše
Ljubila me je po cele noći, grlila me i
Ništa više
Majke mi ništa drugo nismo
Posle su opet bila leta posle su opet
Bile kiše
Jedno jedino malo pismo iz Ljubljane
Otkud tamo
Ni ono lišće po trotoarima ni one dane
Ja više ne mogu, ja više ne umem
Izbrisati
Piše mi pita me šta radim, kako živim
Imam li devojku
Da li ikad pomislim na nju na onu našu jesen
Na one kiše
Ona je i sad kaže ista kune se Bogom
Potpuno ista
Da joj verujem da se smejem davno sam
Davno prokleo Hrista
A i do nje mi baš nije stalo klela se
Ne klela
Mora se tako ne vrede laži
Govorio sam joj o Ljermontovu o Sagalu
Sve sam joj govorio
Vukla je sa sobom neku staru Cvajgovu
Knjigu čitala popodne
U kosi joj bilo zapretano leto žutilo
Sunca malo mora
Prve joj noći i koža bila pomalo slana
Ribe zaspale u njenoj krvi
Smejali smo se dečacima što su skakali
Sa mostova za cigarete
Smejali smo se jer nije leto a oni skacu baš
Su deca
Govorila je mogu umreti mogu dobiti
Upalu pluća
Onda su dolazile njene ćutnje duge
Preduge
Mogao sam slobodno misliti o svemu
Razbistrit Spinozu
Sate i sate mogao sam komotno gledati
Druge, bacati oblutke
Dole niz stenje, mogao sam sasvim otići
Nekud otić daleko
Mogao sam umreti onako sam u njenom
Krilu, samlji od sviju
Mogao sam se pretvoriti u pticu, u vodu
U stenu, sve sam mogao
Prste je imala dugačke krhke beskrvne
A hitre
Igrali smo se buba-mara i skrivalice
Svetlana izađi eto te pod stenom nisam
Valjda ćorav
Nisam ja blesav hajde šta se kaniš
Dobićeš batine
Kad je ona tražila mogao sam pobjeći u
U samu reku našla bi me
Namiriše me kaže odmah pozna me dobro
Nisam joj nikad verovao valjda je stalno
Curila kroz prste
Volela je kestenje kupili smo ga po
Rondou
Nosila ga je u sobu vešala o končiće
Volela je ruže one jesenje ja sam joj
Donosio
Kad svenu stavljala ih je u neku kutiju
Pitao sam je šta misli o ovom svetu
Veruje li u komunizam
Da li bi se menjala za Natašu Rostovu
Svašta sam je pitao
Ponekad glupo znam ja to i te kako
Pitao sam je da li bi volela malog sina
Recimo plavog
Skakala je od ushićenja hoće hoće

A onda odjednom padala je u neke tuge
Ko mrtvo voće
Ne sme i ne sme, ne bi to ona ni za
Živu glavu
Vidi ti njega, misli tek tako, kao da je ona
Pala s Jupitera
Ko je to recimo Zubac Pera da baš on a
Ne neko drugi
Taman posla, kao da je on u najmanju ruku
Brando ili takvi
Govorio sam joj ti si glupa ti si pametna
Ti si đavo
Ti si anđeo sve sam joj govorio ništa mi
Nije verovala
Vi ste muškarci rođeni lažovi vi ste hulje
Svašta je govorila
A padale su nad Mostarom neke modre kiše
Stvarno sam voleo tu Svetlanu
jedne jeseni
Kad bi' znao sa kim sada spava
ne bi mu glava
Ne bi mu glava jao kad bi' znao
ko je sada ljubi
Ne bi mu zubi, ne bi mu zubi jao
kad bi' znao ko to
U meni bere kajsije još nedozrele.

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