VIOLETS AND THE TEDDY BEAR

(translated by Karin Pečnikar)

The teddy bear is torn.

The straw hat, too.

With the tenderness of a cat

licking its blind cubs,

the image begs:

Love me!

I’m looking at the teddy,

violets in that tattered straw hat –

with the eyes of a stray dog…

I am retreating.

Power is seeping through with my tears –

it carries me along like a current.

I reach for the violets in the image

and I flee:

Each moment of life is valuable.