...o nama o vremenu kojim prolazimo.
Ubojstvo boli,
nedostatak prasine,
miran tok,
tisina,adrenalin i opet
hedonizam.
Razmisljam.
Nakazo vrati se u svoj ograniceni cirkus,
pokazi ljepoti ljudskoga roda svoje deformirano tijelo
prekriveno alergijskom tkaninom priljepljenom uz trulo meso.
"Nisu svi koji lutaju izgubljeni,"
May I kiss your wound,
maybe that will heal
my soul. Free me from
this tomb, light my darkness
make me (whole)
let me take your hand
and together we shall fly
to a lonely place, where
as lovers we can die.
In a land so dark, seven
moons, eternal nights, wish
a sky of thousand stars,
yes for us there is no light...
There (waits) no lights.
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Post je objavljen 02.07.2008. u 01:26 sati.