I'M NOT READY TO LEAVE YET.. Selma Kopic

It's not about a calendar or a clock,

the body will show the most accurate time.

And every time something hurts,

that body warns, asks, prays:

- Say unspoken already once,

and listen everything you delay to hear!

There is so much, so much accumulated!

Finish what you started, do it, put an end to it,

pack, put away, donate, return ...

There is so much, so much!

Visit if you're miss someone,

say you love who you loved,

hug the one who needs your hug ...

Back pain says you don’t have much time.

Write letters, give a gift, save a photo.

Chest pain ticks seconds!

And there is so much, so much!

Get wet in the summer rain a few more times!

Take a walk, the mowed meadows are calling you

and put a red flower in your hair ...

What are you waiting!?

The pulsation in the temple beats for minutes ...

And there is so much, so much!

Read books that are waiting

for better days on the shelves.

If you can't travel already,

let them take you around the world.

Because the pain on the left side

counts down every moment rapidly.

And so much, so much is unfinished!

And you are waiting!

What are you waiting for?

For the one who won't call, to call you!?

For the one who will not love you, to love you!?

For him to be the one, who will never be!?

And the weakness of the body that goes out,

relentlessly your seconds, minutes, days ...

beats.

And warns:

You won't make it, you won't make it!

And there are so many unheard melodies,

untold stories,

unwritten verses,

unread books,

unseen cities

unwhispered words,

unembraced shoulders...

And the body warns:

You don't have time!

Change something!

You won't make it!

Oh, there is so much, so much in me!

I’m really not ready to leave yet!

NISAM JOŠ SPREMNA OTIĆI

Nije u pitanju kalendar niti sat,

vrijeme će najtačnije tijelo pokazat.

I svaki put kada nešto zaboli,

to tijelo upozorava, traži, moli:

- Daj reci već jednom nerečeno,

i saslušaj sve što odgađaš da čuješ!

Toliko je toga, toliko je nakupljeno!

Završi započeto, odradi, stavi tačke,

spakuj, skloni, daruj, vrati...

Toliko je, toliko toga!

Posjeti ako si poželjela koga,

reci da voliš koga si voljela,

zagrli onog ko zagrljaj tvoj treba...

Bol u leđima kaže, nemaš puno vremena.

Napiši pisma, poklon daj, fotografiju sačuvaj .

Otkucava sekunde bol u grudima!

A toliko je toga, toliko toga ima!

Pokisni na ljetnom pljusku još koji put!

Prošetaj, zovu te pokošene livade

i u kosu stavi cvijet crveni...

Šta čekaš!?

Otkucava minute u sljepoočnici pulsiranje...

A toliko je toga, toliko je!

Pročitaj već jednom knjige

koje na policama čekaju bolje dane.

Kad već ne možeš putovati,

neka te one svijetom provedu.

Jer žiganje s lijeve strane

odbrojava svaki tren ubrzano.

A toliko je, toliko toga nedovršeno!

A ti čekaš!

Šta ti čekaš?

Da te zove onaj koji neće zvati!?

Da te voli onaj koji te neće voljeti!?

Da bude tvoj onaj koji to nikada neće biti!?

A malaksalost tijela u gašenju

nemilosrdno tvoje sekunde, minute, dane...

otkucava.

I upozorava:

Ti nećeš stići, nećeš stići!

A toliko je neodslušanih melodija,

neispričanih priča,

nenapisanih stihova,

nepročitanih knjiga,

neviđenih gradova,

neprošaputanih riječi,

nezagrljenih ramena...

A tijelo upozorava:

Nemaš vremena!

Nešto promijeni!

Nećeš stići!

Oh, toliko je toga, toliko u meni!

Ja stvarno još nisam spremna otići!