Last song about Aphrodite

By Sanja Atanasovska

The sun becomes an alarm clock,

and the alarm clock becomes a trifle.

Your face reminds

on the loaf of bread.

Aphrodite,

life denies you

that every height is a success.

Your catharsis

gives you the strength of a pencil.

You left the city

to look for a hat

with a sufficiently large shadow.

Последна песна за Афродита

Сонцето станува будилник,

а будилникот станува дреболија.

Твоето лице потсетува

на кругот од лебот.

Афродита,

животот те демантира

дека секоја височина е успех.

Твојата катарза

ти ја дава цврстината на моливот.

Ти замина од градот

да бараш шешир

со доволно голема сенка.

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Sanja Atanasovska is a Macedonian journalist and poet. She was born on December 21, 1985 in Kumanovo. So far she has published five collections of poetry The Letter of the Ten Fingers, Testament of Life, Garden of Glass, My Saffron, and Aphrodite runs in the windmills. She is also the winner of two literary awards in Macedonia, Lesnovski Zvonа and Karamanov. In 2019 she was at a literary residence in Montenegro. Her songs have been translated into many foreign languages.

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