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17.08.2008., nedjelja
Polja suncokreta
Uvenula polja suncokreta odjekuju sablasnom tišinom i povremenim graktanjem vrana koje se zlosutno odmaraju na ramenima slamnatog strašila. Netko se sjetio zapaliti suncokrete iako sam i ja ležao u polju među njima pridržavajući im klonule glave,podižući ih prema njihovom nebeskom ocu. Odustali su od gledanja vremena koje prevelikom brzinom promiče i odlučili zaboraviti na mene koji treba svakog od njih,baš svakog kako ne bi i ja odustao od borbe sa noćnim morama koje pretiho klize iz moje podsvijesti i polagano postaju moja svijest,moja stvarnost. Zatim oblikuju riječi neželjene i neizrečene koje gutaju mene kao što sam ja nekada gutao njih. Potrebni ste mi da zajedno gledamo krvoproliće neba i da zajedno podnosimo monotonost postojanja te da mi šapućete kako bivanje nije uzaludno a ja ću vam biti zahvalan i neću otići prije nego što veliki sat ne otkuca ponoć. Crni dim nagrizao je moje oči i vaše klonule mrtve glave a nepodnošljivi krug vatrene istine požudno proždire prazninu oko mene i kao da je polje natopljeno naftom vatra žuri prema negledljivom strašilu a ja kao najveća kukavica u strahu od smrti izgaranjem držim se čvrsto onoga čega sam se oduvijek bojao...strašila na sredini polja. |
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04.08.2008., ponedjeljak
Izdan umirem sam
Grane zelenog hrasta klonule su do poda kao da gledam tužnu vrbu što rukama miluje korito nabujale rijeke.Ali ne hrast sada spava uz tlo zato što njegova krošnja više žireve ne pridržava, sa njegovih grana velike duše malene djece vise obješene na konopcima koji ugušili su njihov smijeh, ušutkali njihovu iskrenost i pojeli njihove crvene obraze.Sunce kupa se na zalasku u njihovoj krvi a noć predatorski proždire dan.Umire.Sve umire...Budim se zatočen među oblacima barem sam tako mislio jer kombinacija mekanih zidova i prebijelih košulja u prostorijama s rešetkama na prozorima kroz koje nadire nevina jutarnja svjetlost zbunjuje stanovnike koji žive na adresama za umobolne.Zatvorili su me na hrast sa ostalom djecom i ponudili konope različite debljine kao tabletu za noć koja zauvijek će potrajati. Kako već znate za moja prazna obećanja ja neću popiti vaše prisilno stvorene snove nego ću šetati ispod hrasta i paziti da koje od djece ne padne na tvrdo tlo i vikati sa zemlje da bijeli ljudi lažu kada govore kako lijepo je sanjati a u stvarnosti oni postaju rušitelji naših snova. Neumorno ću čekati i paziti sve dok jednog dana ne osjetim užareni metak u prsima kako vrši detonaciju moga srca kada jedno od moje djece iz krošnje ne dokrajči me hladnim revolverom izdaje. |
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