MAMBO ITALIANO

Prodor oblačne mase

iznad Apenina

donosi svježinu u meni.

Rimski bog Mars odmara svoje umorne udove

u sjeni masline.

Prokleti Spartak na Vespi oslobođen,

juri Viom Apiom,

cestom raspetih duša

(kao što je i on bio).

U Monzi furije tjeraju svoje kočije,

Ben Hur je sada u gledalištu.

Podmorje skriva galije

u olujama posljednjih plovidaba.

O svojoj stvari brine organizacija;

u Palermu je pakleno,

kad sunce ugrije vapnenac.

Azzuri gaze travu u parkovima;

udaraju Geju, kotrljaju je

velikim stadionom svemirom.

Michelangelo još gleda u svod.

Leonardo leti redovnom linijom Alitalije.

Kod Monte Casina gorim sa svijećom palima,

u vosku su moji tragovi;

oči se polako gase.

Vezuv i Etna su ugasli.

Pompeji su okamenjeni mravinjak.

Kosi toranj još je moćan.

Romeo reče Juliji:

"Nemoj se otrovati,

ne ovaj put,

ne za slavu Cinecitte!"

Trčao je livadom kao da

gone zli duhovi koje je sanjao:

Duce- ali ipak je obješen naglavce.

Što još ima na Apeninima,

a da još nije pokazano?

Još samo Napulj da vidim

i odlazim...


MAMBO ITALIANO

Breach of cloud-mass

above Apennines

brings freshness in me.

Roman god Mars rests his tired limbs

in the shade of an olive-tree.

Cursed Spartacus on a Vespa freed,

rushes down the Via Appia,

road of crucified souls

(the likes of him).

In Monza the furies run their chariots,

Ben Hur is in the audience now.

Sea bed is hiding galleys

in storms of the last sailings.

Of its matter the organization takes care;

in Palermo is hellish,

when sun heats up the lime-stone.

The Azzurri are trampling grass in parks;

kicking the Gea, rolling it

trough the great stadium the universe.

Michelangelo still looks at the ceiling.

Leonardo flies on the regular airline of Alitalia.

By Monte Casino I burn with a candle to the fallen,

in wax are my traces;

eyes are slowly fading out.

Mounts of Vesuvius and Etna are silent.

Pompeii are petrified ant-hill.

Leaning Tower of Pisa is still mighty.

Romeo says to Juliette:

“Don’t poison yourself,

not this time,

not for the glory of Cinecitta!”

He ran trough the meadow as if

he was chased by the evil spooks he dreamt of:

Duce- but still he was hanged head over heels.

What is there on Apennines,

and yet hasn’t been shown?

Only Naples to see

and I leave…