Zadnje vrijeme imam jako mnogo posla. Spremam jedan veliki surprise za sve koji me poznaju, uključujući blogere i goste na mom blogu. Sutra ćemo se baviti time, za danas sam pripremio malo svoje poezije na engleskom. Nije ništa domoljubno, jer ja sam domoljub svakog dana osim ovog, da me netko slučajno ne bi pomiješao s ekipom koja ima ručnik na plaži s uzorkom šahovnice. Anyway, ovo vrijeme mi je poremetilo ionako visok tlak, pa sam jako umoran. Imam jako mnogo posla. Moram se pripremiti.... Moram se skockati i odlučiti....Sutra krećem u lov....
Empty stage
Actors know it very well,
Even to them it's hard to tell
When you put a foot on stage
Enchanted feeling, enspelled by mage
Stagebuilders all went home
Audience has left the dome
It's just this scent in old air
Of dust in greasy coloured hair
Empty stage, what it is?
Can you tell me, tell me please
Thousand eras, it's still here
Silent, peaceful, without fear
All these people sitting there
Watching actors, folks who dare
All those beings, rising their cup
Together with ghosts who never fade up
All these wodden floors and dust
Stories told, braces and lust
All those tears in the wardrobe mirrors
Puzzled faithful and repented sinners
Playwrights wrote their pain on paper
Tender love, kisses which scatter
Eons passed, they are still here
Their words are firm, their love is clear
Empty stage, what are you?
What is this aroma? I don't have a clue!
Empty stage, I smell your past
Your dreams and nights, a story so vast.
Maybe you are a piece of life
Something we all search and strife
I guess where we go, everything is fine
I can feel ghosts here, their awe, and smile
Post je objavljen 05.08.2006. u 23:02 sati.