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AMSTERDAM
Y has sailors who sing
The dreams which haunt them
With broad of Amsterdam
In the wearing of Amsterdam
Y has sailors who sleep
Like streamers
Along the dull banks
In the wearing of Amsterdam
Y has sailors who die
Full of beer and with dramas
With the first gleams
But in the wearing of Amsterdam
Y has sailors who are born
In thick heat
Languors océanes
In the wearing of Amsterdam
Y has sailors who eat
On too white tablecloths
Streaming fish
They show you teeth
To crunch fortune
With décroisser the moon
To puff out stays
And that feels cod
Until in the heart of chips
That their large hands invite
To return moreover
Then rise while laughing
In a noise of storm
Close again their fly
And leave while rotant
In the wearing of Amsterdam
Y has sailors who dance
By rubbing the paunch
On the paunch of the women
And they turn and they dance
Like spit suns
In the torn sound
Of a rancid accordion
They twist the neck
For better intending itself to laugh
Until suddenly
The accordion expires
Then the serious gesture
Then the proud glance
They bring back their Batavian
Until in full light
In the wearing of Amsterdam
Y has sailors who drink
And which drinks and reboivent
And which still reboivent
They drink with health
Whores of Amsterdam
From Hamburg or besides
Finally they drink with the injuries
Who give them their pretty body
Who give them their virtue
For a gold coin
And when they drank well
Plant the nose with the sky
Mouchent themselves in stars
And they piss as I cry
On the inaccurate women
In the wearing of Amsterdam
In the wearing of Amsterdam.
Ustala sam ujutro i obavila kupovinu.
vratila se doma i pospremila po kuću.
Htjela sam te nazvati no znala sam da imaš obaveze
i..
nISam te htjela ometati.
Sjela sam na svoj krevet i osluhnula.
Gromoglasna tišina odbijala se od zidova.
pratila sam pokrete sjena.
Samo vjetar koji njiše zavjesu..
A pomislila sam već da...
Uzela sam u ruke medvjedića i zaplakala..
Prazno je..
Gledam u svoje ruke i pitam se što su tjekom ovih
20 godina učinile kako treba...
U daljini zvuk vlaka.
Blizu 12 sati je..
MOram početi spremati ručak.
Nakon ručka majka ima milijun zadataka za mene
no ja sma samo čekala da dođe tih sretnih 15 da ode spavati.
Bit će to još jeda noć u kojoj će me grijati njen šal..
Bit će to još jedan dan kad ću znati da joj nedostajem
jednako koliko i ona meni.
Bit će to još jedan četvrtak no potpuno drukčiji od drugih..
Bez odlaska pred vlak i bez pitanja:" Idemo na naše mjesto ne?"
Da.. tako će otprilike izgledati sutra...
