The dress Oil on Canvas 70x100
The Dress
Nobody sees your hands on it
When I walk down the street
Nobody sees your fingers on it
When I come back home
The small button is sewed on anew
And all dreams buttoned high up to the neck
I take this dress off gently
I put this dress on gingerly
For me it has the power of magic
And I'd like so much for everybody
To see your hands on it.
Mira Alečković
(Translated from the Serbian. Translation © Slobodan Drenovac)