by Vinko Kalinić
Every night I look up towards the sky and I observe that star. And than with a corner of my eye and with some soundless voice, I say: ah, yes, it’s here! My star. But even when it’s not there, when it’s absolute darkness and when some hollow black sky grins at me, I hear the voice from that other side of my thoughts, as same as inaudible and distant: the sky is only an illusion! The stars get born, they live and die inside of us. Then I close my eyes and I look at you when you shine.
Komiža, July 26, 2011
(Translated by Darko Kotevski)
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