Great Britain
From the Diary
Day after day the same images
repeated themselves: my unadaptability
to the quantity of unknown lives. But, it was on that morning
that I woke up unusually early.
Passing through the town, I thought
about libraries, the mystical experience
of the Eastern sages, whose narrations
I had listened to throughout the previous nights. During the same morning,
I even managed to formulate some verses
that were facing destruction.
In vain, even that didn’t help: I felt
comfortable only when they would call me
a desert dweller. Soon I returned,
carrying under my arm a book about Don Juan’s teachings.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
FRANCE
From the Diary
Day after day the same images
repeated themselves: my unadaptability
to the quantity of unknown lives. But, it was on that morning
that I woke up unusually early.
Passing through the town, I thought
about libraries, the mystical experience
of the Eastern sages, whose narrations
I had listened to throughout the previous nights. During the same morning,
I even managed to formulate some verses
that were facing destruction.
In vain, even that didn’t help: I felt
comfortable only when they would call me
a desert dweller. Soon I returned,
carrying under my arm a book about Don Juan’s teachings.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
Germany
From the Diary
Day after day the same images
repeated themselves: my unadaptability
to the quantity of unknown lives. But, it was on that morning
that I woke up unusually early.
Passing through the town, I thought
about libraries, the mystical experience
of the Eastern sages, whose narrations
I had listened to throughout the previous nights. During the same morning,
I even managed to formulate some verses
that were facing destruction.
In vain, even that didn’t help: I felt
comfortable only when they would call me
a desert dweller. Soon I returned,
carrying under my arm a book about Don Juan’s teachings.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
Italia
From the Diary
Day after day the same images
repeated themselves: my unadaptability
to the quantity of unknown lives. But, it was on that morning
that I woke up unusually early.
Passing through the town, I thought
about libraries, the mystical experience
of the Eastern sages, whose narrations
I had listened to throughout the previous nights. During the same morning,
I even managed to formulate some verses
that were facing destruction.
In vain, even that didn’t help: I felt
comfortable only when they would call me
a desert dweller. Soon I returned,
carrying under my arm a book about Don Juan’s teachings.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
Albania
From the Diary
Day after day the same images
repeated themselves: my unadaptability
to the quantity of unknown lives. But, it was on that morning
that I woke up unusually early.
Passing through the town, I thought
about libraries, the mystical experience
of the Eastern sages, whose narrations
I had listened to throughout the previous nights. During the same morning,
I even managed to formulate some verses
that were facing destruction.
In vain, even that didn’t help: I felt
comfortable only when they would call me
a desert dweller. Soon I returned,
carrying under my arm a book about Don Juan’s teachings.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
Poland
From the Diary
Day after day the same images
repeated themselves: my unadaptability
to the quantity of unknown lives. But, it was on that morning
that I woke up unusually early.
Passing through the town, I thought
about libraries, the mystical experience
of the Eastern sages, whose narrations
I had listened to throughout the previous nights. During the same morning,
I even managed to formulate some verses
that were facing destruction.
In vain, even that didn’t help: I felt
comfortable only when they would call me
a desert dweller. Soon I returned,
carrying under my arm a book about Don Juan’s teachings.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
Russia
From the Diary
Day after day the same images
repeated themselves: my unadaptability
to the quantity of unknown lives. But, it was on that morning
that I woke up unusually early.
Passing through the town, I thought
about libraries, the mystical experience
of the Eastern sages, whose narrations
I had listened to throughout the previous nights. During the same morning,
I even managed to formulate some verses
that were facing destruction.
In vain, even that didn’t help: I felt
comfortable only when they would call me
a desert dweller. Soon I returned,
carrying under my arm a book about Don Juan’s teachings.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
Slovakia
From the Diary
Day after day the same images
repeated themselves: my unadaptability
to the quantity of unknown lives. But, it was on that morning
that I woke up unusually early.
Passing through the town, I thought
about libraries, the mystical experience
of the Eastern sages, whose narrations
I had listened to throughout the previous nights. During the same morning,
I even managed to formulate some verses
that were facing destruction.
In vain, even that didn’t help: I felt
comfortable only when they would call me
a desert dweller. Soon I returned,
carrying under my arm a book about Don Juan’s teachings.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
Sweden
From the Diary
Day after day the same images
repeated themselves: my unadaptability
to the quantity of unknown lives. But, it was on that morning
that I woke up unusually early.
Passing through the town, I thought
about libraries, the mystical experience
of the Eastern sages, whose narrations
I had listened to throughout the previous nights. During the same morning,
I even managed to formulate some verses
that were facing destruction.
In vain, even that didn’t help: I felt
comfortable only when they would call me
a desert dweller. Soon I returned,
carrying under my arm a book about Don Juan’s teachings.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
Slovenija
From the Diary
Day after day the same images
repeated themselves: my unadaptability
to the quantity of unknown lives. But, it was on that morning
that I woke up unusually early.
Passing through the town, I thought
about libraries, the mystical experience
of the Eastern sages, whose narrations
I had listened to throughout the previous nights. During the same morning,
I even managed to formulate some verses
that were facing destruction.
In vain, even that didn’t help: I felt
comfortable only when they would call me
a desert dweller. Soon I returned,
carrying under my arm a book about Don Juan’s teachings.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
North Macedonia
From the Diary
Day after day the same images
repeated themselves: my unadaptability
to the quantity of unknown lives. But, it was on that morning
that I woke up unusually early.
Passing through the town, I thought
about libraries, the mystical experience
of the Eastern sages, whose narrations
I had listened to throughout the previous nights. During the same morning,
I even managed to formulate some verses
that were facing destruction.
In vain, even that didn’t help: I felt
comfortable only when they would call me
a desert dweller. Soon I returned,
carrying under my arm a book about Don Juan’s teachings.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević