Lidija Nikčević: Stanica

Great Britain

SILENCE

At times, and it may take hours,

I embark on eliminating any speech.

I keep on hiding words, and put myself,

their would-be creator, away

together with them. Thus I renounce

most tremendous goods. My own feelings,

experiences and earthly adventures simply,

stay unsaid: I am silent. After that incident

it happens that for an instant I cannot distinguish

the Brahman way of life from the silence

in the town library. (It is, certainly, a consequence of

my fetishistic attitude toward books.)

And each silence, it must be so, possesses

different meanings. Then, what consolation

my adoration of mystics offers?

 

People say all stories have been told.

But, what if every silence has been used up,

if there is nothing left to be silent about?

Translated by Uros Zekovic

FRANCE

SILENCE

At times, and it may take hours,

I embark on eliminating any speech.

I keep on hiding words, and put myself,

their would-be creator, away

together with them. Thus I renounce

most tremendous goods. My own feelings,

experiences and earthly adventures simply,

stay unsaid: I am silent. After that incident

it happens that for an instant I cannot distinguish

the Brahman way of life from the silence

in the town library. (It is, certainly, a consequence of

my fetishistic attitude toward books.)

And each silence, it must be so, possesses

different meanings. Then, what consolation

my adoration of mystics offers?

 

People say all stories have been told.

But, what if every silence has been used up,

if there is nothing left to be silent about?

Translated by Uros Zekovic

Germany

SILENCE

At times, and it may take hours,

I embark on eliminating any speech.

I keep on hiding words, and put myself,

their would-be creator, away

together with them. Thus I renounce

most tremendous goods. My own feelings,

experiences and earthly adventures simply,

stay unsaid: I am silent. After that incident

it happens that for an instant I cannot distinguish

the Brahman way of life from the silence

in the town library. (It is, certainly, a consequence of

my fetishistic attitude toward books.)

And each silence, it must be so, possesses

different meanings. Then, what consolation

my adoration of mystics offers?

 

People say all stories have been told.

But, what if every silence has been used up,

if there is nothing left to be silent about?

Translated by Uros Zekovic

Italia

SILENCE

At times, and it may take hours,

I embark on eliminating any speech.

I keep on hiding words, and put myself,

their would-be creator, away

together with them. Thus I renounce

most tremendous goods. My own feelings,

experiences and earthly adventures simply,

stay unsaid: I am silent. After that incident

it happens that for an instant I cannot distinguish

the Brahman way of life from the silence

in the town library. (It is, certainly, a consequence of

my fetishistic attitude toward books.)

And each silence, it must be so, possesses

different meanings. Then, what consolation

my adoration of mystics offers?

 

People say all stories have been told.

But, what if every silence has been used up,

if there is nothing left to be silent about?

Translated by Uros Zekovic

Albania

SILENCE

At times, and it may take hours,

I embark on eliminating any speech.

I keep on hiding words, and put myself,

their would-be creator, away

together with them. Thus I renounce

most tremendous goods. My own feelings,

experiences and earthly adventures simply,

stay unsaid: I am silent. After that incident

it happens that for an instant I cannot distinguish

the Brahman way of life from the silence

in the town library. (It is, certainly, a consequence of

my fetishistic attitude toward books.)

And each silence, it must be so, possesses

different meanings. Then, what consolation

my adoration of mystics offers?

 

People say all stories have been told.

But, what if every silence has been used up,

if there is nothing left to be silent about?

Translated by Uros Zekovic

Poland

SILENCE

At times, and it may take hours,

I embark on eliminating any speech.

I keep on hiding words, and put myself,

their would-be creator, away

together with them. Thus I renounce

most tremendous goods. My own feelings,

experiences and earthly adventures simply,

stay unsaid: I am silent. After that incident

it happens that for an instant I cannot distinguish

the Brahman way of life from the silence

in the town library. (It is, certainly, a consequence of

my fetishistic attitude toward books.)

And each silence, it must be so, possesses

different meanings. Then, what consolation

my adoration of mystics offers?

 

People say all stories have been told.

But, what if every silence has been used up,

if there is nothing left to be silent about?

Translated by Uros Zekovic

Russia

SILENCE

At times, and it may take hours,

I embark on eliminating any speech.

I keep on hiding words, and put myself,

their would-be creator, away

together with them. Thus I renounce

most tremendous goods. My own feelings,

experiences and earthly adventures simply,

stay unsaid: I am silent. After that incident

it happens that for an instant I cannot distinguish

the Brahman way of life from the silence

in the town library. (It is, certainly, a consequence of

my fetishistic attitude toward books.)

And each silence, it must be so, possesses

different meanings. Then, what consolation

my adoration of mystics offers?

 

People say all stories have been told.

But, what if every silence has been used up,

if there is nothing left to be silent about?

Translated by Uros Zekovic

Slovakia

SILENCE

At times, and it may take hours,

I embark on eliminating any speech.

I keep on hiding words, and put myself,

their would-be creator, away

together with them. Thus I renounce

most tremendous goods. My own feelings,

experiences and earthly adventures simply,

stay unsaid: I am silent. After that incident

it happens that for an instant I cannot distinguish

the Brahman way of life from the silence

in the town library. (It is, certainly, a consequence of

my fetishistic attitude toward books.)

And each silence, it must be so, possesses

different meanings. Then, what consolation

my adoration of mystics offers?

 

People say all stories have been told.

But, what if every silence has been used up,

if there is nothing left to be silent about?

Translated by Uros Zekovic

Sweden

SILENCE

At times, and it may take hours,

I embark on eliminating any speech.

I keep on hiding words, and put myself,

their would-be creator, away

together with them. Thus I renounce

most tremendous goods. My own feelings,

experiences and earthly adventures simply,

stay unsaid: I am silent. After that incident

it happens that for an instant I cannot distinguish

the Brahman way of life from the silence

in the town library. (It is, certainly, a consequence of

my fetishistic attitude toward books.)

And each silence, it must be so, possesses

different meanings. Then, what consolation

my adoration of mystics offers?

 

People say all stories have been told.

But, what if every silence has been used up,

if there is nothing left to be silent about?

Translated by Uros Zekovic

Slovenija

SILENCE

At times, and it may take hours,

I embark on eliminating any speech.

I keep on hiding words, and put myself,

their would-be creator, away

together with them. Thus I renounce

most tremendous goods. My own feelings,

experiences and earthly adventures simply,

stay unsaid: I am silent. After that incident

it happens that for an instant I cannot distinguish

the Brahman way of life from the silence

in the town library. (It is, certainly, a consequence of

my fetishistic attitude toward books.)

And each silence, it must be so, possesses

different meanings. Then, what consolation

my adoration of mystics offers?

 

People say all stories have been told.

But, what if every silence has been used up,

if there is nothing left to be silent about?

Translated by Uros Zekovic

North Macedonia

SILENCE

At times, and it may take hours,

I embark on eliminating any speech.

I keep on hiding words, and put myself,

their would-be creator, away

together with them. Thus I renounce

most tremendous goods. My own feelings,

experiences and earthly adventures simply,

stay unsaid: I am silent. After that incident

it happens that for an instant I cannot distinguish

the Brahman way of life from the silence

in the town library. (It is, certainly, a consequence of

my fetishistic attitude toward books.)

And each silence, it must be so, possesses

different meanings. Then, what consolation

my adoration of mystics offers?

 

People say all stories have been told.

But, what if every silence has been used up,

if there is nothing left to be silent about?

Translated by Uros Zekovic