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03.06.2009., srijeda

rane na duši.. Naporan dan.. Napokon ladan tuš i miris nježne kupke.. Dan je nekako sumoran, kroz škure.. Ma, u meni neki mir, odiše svježinom.. Odajem trenutke počasti svome tilu, zaslužilo je nakon neumornog rada.. Ženski trenutci.. peeling, kupka, šampon, britvica.. Pogled mi odluta vanka, kroz škure. Po 'ko zna koji put, na istom mistu sidi tužan lik.. Skrenem pogled, da me ne primjeti. Kroz škure.. Britivica klizi nježno golom nogom, još malo tu, pa je gotovo.. Kroz škure.. Ista kosa prošarana sjedinama, neuredna, strši poput valova. Istom bojom izvija se dim iz možda šeste, sedme cigarete. MC. Dugi. Britvica.. Voda cupa, ugodan osjećaj na koži.. Ma ne čudi me što je uvik tu, već taj pogled, pogled u prazno.. Moren nekom tajnom, nekom tugom, nemirom.. Pognut lik.. Druga noga, šampon, britivca. Uvik u laganom plesu, njegovo tilo pognuto i sjetno, nemirno sidi na stolici. Pije Colu.. ili nešto slično, predaleko je da osjetim miris.. Širim nosnice.. neki novi miris.. Ne pazim, krv nježno klizi niz nogu. Pali već 'ko zna koju za redom. Ne puši je, ..diše s njom.. Odavde izgleda da ne može disati bez nje.. Taj nemir.. ta tuga i briga.. Da mu bar mogu poslati dašak ove moje svježine i mira.. Kroz škure..

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Mecano

• Hijo De La Luna
  
  Tonto el que no entienda
  cuenta una leyenda
  que una hembra gitana
  conjuró a la luna hasta el amanecer
  llorando pedía
  al llegar el día
  desposar un calé
  tendrás a tu hombre piel morena
  desde el cielo habló la luna llena
  pero a cambio quiero
  el hijo primero
  que le engendres a él
  que quien su hijo inmola
  para no estar sola
  poco le iba a querer
  
  estribillo
  
  Luna quieres ser madre
  y no encuentras querer
  que te haga mujer
  dime luna de plata
  qué pretendes hacer
  con un nińo de piel
  Hijo de la Luna
  
  De padre canela nació un nińo
  blanco como el lomo de un armińo
  con los ojos grises
  en vez de aceituna
  nińo albino de luna
  maldita su estampa
  este hijo es de un payo
  y yo no me lo cayo
  
  estribillo
  
  Gitano al creerse deshonrado
  se fue a su mujer cuchillo en mano
  żde quién es el hijo?
  me has engańao fijo
  y de muerte la hirió
  luego se hizo al monte
  con el nińo en brazos
  y allí le abandonó
  
  estribillo
  
  Y en las noches que haya luna llena
  será porque el nińo esté de buenas
  y si el nińo llora
  menguará la luna
  para hacerle una cuna
  y si el nińo llora
  menguará la luna
  para hacerle una cuna
  
  English Translation
  
  A fool is he who doesn't understand
  a legend tells
  that a gypsy woman
  implored the moon
  weeping, she begged till dawn
  to marry a gypsy man
  "you'll have your brown-skin man"
  spoke the full moon from the sky
  "but in retun I want the
  the first child
  that you have with him,"
  one who sacrifices her child
  in order not to be alone
  is not going
  to love it very much
  
  Moon you want to be mother
  and you can't find a love
  who makes you a woman.
  Tell me, moon of silver
  what you intend to do
  with a child of flesh
  ahhh, ahhh
  Son of the Moon
  
  From a cinnamon-skinned father a son
  was born
  white like an ermine's belly
  with gray eyes
  instead of olive,
  moon's albino son
  "Dam his appearence!
  This is not a gypsy man's son
  and you won't get away with this"
  
  Moon you want to be mother
  and you can't find a love
  who makes you a woman.
  Tell me, moon of silver
  what you intend to do
  with a child of flesh
  ahhh, ahhh
  Son of the Moon
  
  the qypsy believing himself dishonored
  went to his wife, knife in hand
  "Whose son in this?
  I am sure yu have decieved me!"
  and he stabbed her to death
  then he went to the mountain
  with the child in his arms
  and abandoned it there
  
  Moon you want to be mother
  and you can't find a love
  who makes you a woman.
  Tell me, moon of silver
  what you intend to do
  with a child of flesh
  ahhh, ahhh
  Son of the Moon
  
  And on nights when the moon is full
  it's because the child is happy
  and if the child cries
  the moon will wane
  to make him a cradle
  and if the child cries
  the moon will wane to
  make him a cradle

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