Translated by: Zoran Ančevski
That Man in the last mirror
Who enters before the door opens
And then stands puzzled in the bright air
Is looking for a wall on which to write his time
Where he came from a while ago.
Then he’ll stop the clock
Above the hearth Will take over the ash’s fate
And will seize his own smouldered past
This is why he reaches for the hinges of the door
And wants to swing it open.
13 June ’96