Beč – grad od zlata
Grad cvijeća i propelera,
s novinama preko lica
se divi mozaiku boja –
suho zlato preslikano s kista
na zgrade i vrhove krošanja.
Bakar i kamen, voda i drvo –
noću zadržavaju barokni plamen,
grad koji se ne podređuje naivnosti
čak ni u svojoj romantici.
On je grad ekspresije,
grad boje i mesa,
protkan mirisima,
pokretima i glasovima –
plesovima kojima se ne pridružujem,
nego im se divim sa stepenica,
ruba fontane ili šaltera s ulaznicama.
The city of flowers and propellers, half of his face hidden behind the newspaper, admires the mosaic of colours – the gold coating its buildings and treetops in summer. Copper and stone, water and wood – they retain their baroque flame in the moonlight. The city that doesn’t surrender to naivety even in its romance.
The city of expression, of flesh and colour, embroidered with fragrances, exclamation and motion – with dances I don’t take part in, but marvel from the staircase, the edge of the fountain or the ticket office.
