pekmez u senci, more u sobi

šoljice se vrte na promaji, pune sudoperu.

klackaju se pod kapljicama, lagano i veselo igrajući se na vetru.

šušti more pod prstima.

kod mene je toplo letnje popodne pred zalazak sunca.

pokušavam da se setim ko si.

pokušavam da izmaštam ko sam.

zajedno smo nekada išli po baštama.

zajedno smo gradili i penjali se na krovove.

Jedva čekam!

Sve će to biti super!

kad sve razbiješ na parčiće.

pa iluzije klize i tope se, brzo. pa ispočetka.

udišem duboko hladan vazduh.

zamišljam da sam u nekoj skanidinavskoj zemlji. oni sigurno isto tako dišu.

a ti, i u snu znam da češ otići.

nekako sve tako između, u nekom među-prostoru u meni.

između kostiju, mišića, hrskavice, krvi, tetiva.

zglobova. misli i genetskih kodova.

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listen to this

Real

We are our greatest enemies.

We roam this Earth bloodthirsty

in search of souls to be devoured

by the demons of our past.

Captivated, we nurture and feed

blindly the unspoken beliefs

within our jammed muscular bodies

shredded with spires and hymns.

Weak, we kneel on the banks

beside our rivers of blue veins

waiting to be sacrificed

while our fiends break their exalted glasses.

Whose enraged tears will soak

the demolished places

full of debris and delicate ashes?

You dissolved. Me annihilated.

Solemnly playing on the dim fields,

our imagination flows further along

to be stopped by our fear to slip away

to where it belongs. And for how long?

Jerusalem Athens Alexandria

Vienna London

Aleppo Paris

Real

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