MILENA VUKOJE STAMENKOVIC

MILENA VUKOJE STAMENKOVIC

Dedicated To Belgrade

A centipede has stretched out

From a science-fiction movie

It is wrapping itself around

The throat and pharynx

The wounded White city has no

Healer

Evil does not rest

The world has turned into a nut house

With no windows

Whiteness of this city makes this madness worse

There is a war going on

From here where I am

From this foreign place

I hate planes

Even those simple, civilian planes

Airplanes as predators

Without street names

They are known to cemeteries and

Ruins

Will you manage to withstand?

Waive your wings

May dear White city

Turn yourself into a cloud

And remain white

Wrap yourself into the colour of white

Hide yourself

Heal

Milena Vukoje Stamenkovic

BEOGRADU

Stonoga se rastegla pipcima

Iz filma naučne fantastike

Obavija grlo, ždrelo

Ranjeni Beligrad nema vidara

Zlo nema mirovanja

Svet pretvoren u ludnicu

Bez prozora

Belina grada ludilo još pojačava

Rat je

Odavde, iz tuđine

Mrzim avione

I one obične, za putovanje

Avione grabljivice

Bez imena ulica

Poznaju ih groblja i ruševine

Hoćeš li izdržati?

Krilima zamahni Beligade moj

Pretvori se u oblak

Sačuvaj belinu

Belinom se obavij

Sakrij

Izleči

When?

When the loved one is gone

The world becomes a dungeon

When mother is gone

The childhood world is gone

Gone ist the thread that held us together

With our beginning from ancient times

Gone the women, and the man and our part of the universe

Everything becomes different

We have lost

A part of us

We are heavier by that pain and sadness

We grow old

Graves frequently become our company

Milena Vukoje Stamenkovic

KAD

Kad ode voljena osoba svet postaje tamnica

Kad ode majka nestaje svet detinjstva

Nestaje ona nit koja nas je vezivala

Sa prapočetkom od iskona

Nestaje žena,čovek i naš deo svemira

Sve postaje drugačije

Izgubili smo jedan deo sebe

Teži smo za jedan neprebol, tugu

Starimo

Grobovi su sve češće sa nama

Madmen

I’ve caught the kite

It hit me

A child started crying in the building

While some women were hanging her dress

You can see nothing from all that redness

I even forgot how to swim

I can see the end

How will I reach it when?

I don’t even know where the beginning is

Madness takes over my head

The head’s struggling

Dizzy spells while I’m writing

I write in order to breathe?

I breathe in order to write?

How many madmen are there inside me?

Milena Vukoje Stamenkovic

LUDACI

Uhvatih zmaja

Udari me

Dete u soliteru zaplaka

Dok žena na balkonu prostire haljinu

Od njenog crvenila ništa se ne vidi

Zaboravih i da plivam

Vidim kraj

Kako ću do njega

Kad ne znam ni gde je početak

Ludilo obuzima glavu

Glava se otima

Vrtoglavica u pisanju

Pišem li da bih disala ?

Dišem li da bih pisala ?

Koliko ludaka boravi u meni?

MILENA VUKOJE STAMENKOVIC

MILENA VUKOJE STAMENKOVIC is a journalist, writer and translator. She was born in Serbia but lives and works in Bern,Switzerland. She writes poetry and stories.Your poetry is published in many national and international paper magazines, online magazines and anthologies. She published 10 poetry an 4 story books. She is member oft the Serbian writer’s society(UKS) and the Swiss writer’s society (AdS).