ITALIJANSKI PESNICI

Kušaće reku,
sunčeve spore,
penu u letu –
ipak, neko će
cvet izabrati –
već sećanje
na poljupce –
osim pletenica
jedino breme
devojčica,
to milo prepuštanje –
dečaci bacaju
crvene novčiće –
u vazduhu
još uvek lebde
prodavačice georgina.

ITALIAN POETS
Tempting the river,
spores of the Sun,
the airborne foam –
still, someone
will pick the flower –
memory
of the kisses –
except for the braids
the only burden
of the girls,
sweetness of letting go –
boys throwing
the red coins –
dahlia girls
still hovering
in the air.