Anyone who has travelled knows that apples taste
the sweetest on a street or on a square of some unknown city.
The reason lies in the fact that the city does not expect
anything from you;
being neither an adult nor a child, you have promised it nothing,
ageless and free of obligations you are forgotten and unknown,
removed from your own body or language.
It is August. The end of August
and I’m thinking how it would be great to travel somewhere,
to Florence, or Siena, or Tuscany definitely,
chasing that fleeting moment of freedom – so ripe and glistening.
Translated from the Croatian by Damir Šodan