Garden of Arcane Delights

subota, 10.04.2010.

Suvenir




Kako sam skliznula
kroz cijelu prošlu godinu,
naopaka slika,
naopaki život
naopake misli,
stoj na rukama
po kliskoj površini

Dok se ne rastopi
jedem ležaj vlastite prošlosti,
nisu stvarne te slike više
a volim se zaletjeti u njih,
omastiti brk
osluškivati
kako sam voljela

To sam nazdravila
crvenim vinom,
nema mjesta u čaši
za zdrav razum

Ugodan, novi posao

Skoro sam kao i gavran
pomislila, nikad više,
ali je moj mač
zabijen u kamen iluzije
bosonoga sloboda,
ne pokoravam se,
prepoznajem svoju laž


Ništa ne umire u meni
sjećam se tako sretno
naše radosti,
zauvijek
i nestajem iz tih okvira
napuštam jednu izbljedjelu sliku

Mijenjam se iz dana u dan
iz sata u sat

Ništa me nije zarobilo
samo izvrnuta slika
gledana iz krivog kuta

suvenir dugog putovanja





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I died from animality and became man.
Then why fear disappearance through death?
Next time I shall die
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What you cannot imagine,
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Let it wander grey-eyed from vanity to vanity.
Shatter open my skull, pour in it the wine of madness!
Let me be mad, as You; mad with You, with us.
Beyond the sanity of fools is a burning desert
Where Your sun is whirling in every atom:
Beloved, drag me there, let me roast in Perfection!"




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no longer hurt by those who reproach me

I’m at home wherever I am
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Behind the veils
intoxicated with love
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I have lost my senses
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