Landscape/Pokrajina

LANDSCAPE

I move slowly across the landscape. I am surrounded by sun-bleached grass, which appears gilded through slightly closed eyes. It is getting dark, the atmosphere has already cooled down a little. I walk barefoot on the silvery rocks, which are still pleasantly warm. In the distance I saw a rabbit trotting playfully down the hill. I reached the clearing and sat down on the ground, panting. The clouds and the setting sun in the sky make a spectacular scene.

I move lazily and boredly across the landscape. Grey rocks, like the hairless patches of a shaggy dog's skin, jut out from the sun-yellowed tufts of grass. It is getting colder, but the atmosphere is still sultry. Stones sting my bare feet. In the distance I see a rabbit coming out of the darkness, frightened. What is threatening it? Is it threatening me too? Finally I reach the top of the hill and collapse, exhausted. The sun is sinking behind the mountains, painting a grotesque scene in the sky: it illuminates the clouds, making them glow like burning coals in hell.

POKRAJINA

Počasi premikam se po pokrajini. Obdaja me od sonca porumenela trava, ki se skozi rahlo priprte oči zdi kot pozlačena. Temni se, ozračje se je že rahlo shladilo. Bosa stopam po srebrnkastih skalah, te so še vedno prijetno tople. V daljavi zagledam zajca, ki se igrivo podi po hribu. Pridem na čistino in zadihana sedem na tla. Oblaki in zahajajoče sonce na nebu ustvarjajo presunljiv prizor.

Ležerno in zdolgočaseno se premikam po pokrajini. Sive skale kot brezdlake zaplate kože garjavega psa molijo iz od sonca porumenelih šopov trave. Hladi se, ozračje pa je še vedno soparno. Kamni me bodejo v bosa stopala. V daljavi zagledam zajca, ki prestrašen priteče iz teme. Kaj ga ogroža? Ogroža tudi mene? Nazadnje vendarle prilezem na vrh hriba in se od utrujenosti sesedem na tla. Sonce tone za gore in na nebo riše grotesken prizor: oblake osvetljuje, da žarijo kot razbeljeno oglje v peklu.