2. SWEET THIRST OR SLAVES OF FREEDOM (poem) - Milko Valent - Croatia

2. Slatka žeđ ili robovi slobode

umij se već jednom, počešljaj se
i opiši onih tisuću noćnih slika.
varijacije su slatko u istome,
vlažni postupci žeđi.
blizina smrti ih raspaljuje
nikada ne gasi.
to znaju pioniri uređenog nereda,
robovi slobode.
uredi svoj nered, ropkinjo.
otvori ured za pjevanje, pisanje i prcanje.
stavi tablicu: ordiniram od 0 – 24. vraćam se
odmah. ne boj se umora. spavat ćeš
kad umreš puna tri dana zaredom.

2. Sweet Thirst Or Slaves Of Freedom

wash you face already, comb your hair
and describe those thousand night pictures.
variations are sweet in the same,
the humid procedures of thirst.
the proximity of death heats them up
it never extinguishes.
pioneers of a fixed mess know this,
slaves of freedom.
fix your mess, slave.
open the office for singing, writing and fucking.
put up the plate: I ordinate from 0 to 24. I’ll
be back shortly. don't be afraid of fatigue. you'll
sleep an entire three days in a row when you die.