Revolucionar Gule: It's so hard when you're left alone...
Klovn Vrtke: It's beating!
Rev: Another unrequited love...
Samoubica Đole: Who are you?
Klovn: Taking away one's own life? In the graveyard? Why?
Rev:Can you see that young man over there? He's done away with himself because of love!
Rev: There is something more to life than love. Revolution! Idea!
Klovn: And then you're beaten to death in prison, like he was.
Rev: Yes, but for the right cause! Not like you! He killed himself when he was left without his audience.
Klovn: Here is my audience!
Rev: No one can hear you - no one can see you here.
Klovn: I know. It's incredible how everyone forgets you. As if you never existed.
Rev/Klovn: Can you understand us? You're alone here. Unable to change anything.
Rev: I'd love if I could once in a while get out of here. To see, to feel.
Samoub: You are...This is... I must be dreaming???
Klovn: I'd love if I could dream.
Rev: Dreams are luxury for us.
Rev, predaje samoubičin pištolj klovnu: Here, take it. I don't need it.
Klovn baca pištolj u vazduh. Pištolj nestaje.
THE END
Post je objavljen 21.11.2006. u 20:39 sati.