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Matija Beckovic

Any city anytime anywhere

Whenever you get there...
Any city anytime anywhere
And there one usually arrives very late
So when you get there so very late
To that unknown city
And that city happens to be Valjevo
A city I had stumbled upon
You will venture along the lonely, only road there is
As there is no other
And that road – your road – as you will see
Never ever existed before
As it was born of your wanderings
On the same day as you ...
And that road – your road – you must follow
To meet the woman you must meet
On the road you must stride

That very woman...
Who became your very own life
Was indeed your very own life
Long, long before you had found her
And you always knew
Since time immemorial
That she was there – forever
There for you - forever
Just like this alien city you had just discovered

So when you stumble upon a city
Any city anytime anywhere
Wherever from
From Velje Duboko perhaps, or Kolasin
Or from any other place
Or [even] from nowhere in fact – regardless

So when you leave your home
And head to anywhere, towards any place
Hasten to go – now – waste no precious time
And when you get there

Once you arrive to that city
Anytime anywhere
To Valjevo for example
Whenever you stumble upon that place – remember:
It will be late – very late
Because your journey is arduous and long
But she will surely meander into your life
And stay there – always – forever and beyond
Yes she will
The woman who had set out upon her own trail
Towards you, in search of you
Since who knows when
From who knows where
From a remote and desolate place
From Russian Jerusalem
From Caucasus, from Pjatigorsk
A place she had never seen

And her name...
Was her given name and more
Vera Pavladoljska perhaps
And she looked the way she appeared
Unique – like no one else, ever
On the glorious face of this our Mother Earth !

So when you get there
To that strange place, that remote town, alien city
Anytime, from anywhere...
And such venues are found and stumbled upon
In the dark, very, very late
In a deep nocturno – somewhere
Because such cities are always far, far away, very far
And we trek to find them from afar
From a great distance
Some remote, desolate, far away place
And our journey seems to last forever
As we all ponder one thing only
Our return !

But this road is the road of no return.
And he who dares endeavor
Must depart soon
Very soon, whenever that may be...
And whenever that may be
It will be that time of night or day
When one departs

And bids his hearth farewell
Usually on a Sunday
The blessed day
The day on which you had hit the road yourself
Never to return

And whenever you may journey on a Sunday
You are likely to stumble upon
Another alien town
And whichever town it may be
Or a city perhaps
Valjevo for example
It will become the city in which you had lived
Since ever – forever.

And the very instant you heard her name
Long before you set your eyes upon her
You knew that you were always with her
Since time immemorial
And that you had loved her for centuries

So, when you arrive
When you get to that alien city, your city,
Anytime anywhere
And such cities are stumbled upon
Very late at night
So when you get there
To that fateful elusive city
And if that city happens to be Valjevo
You will march into it
Amid the harmonious echoes
Of the footsteps of the Gemini
Your own footsteps and the footsteps of another
Echoes in sync
Footsteps in harmony
Your own footsteps and the echoes of the one who
Journeys with you
A fellow traveler
The one whose voice you can hear in the wild and the wind

Such a day – most unusual day for that time of year
Will catch you by surprise
And it will dazzle you at once
Make you uncertain, uneasy, unsure
And you will know not what city it is
And you will not recognize
The echoes of your own muffled footsteps and footprints

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