New York City Drag Queens,squinting into the sunn.
srijeda, 13.09.2006.
what happened to that little girl?
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[nitko ne zna] kažu umrla je.  kad zatvoriš oči možda je vidiš kako ti prstima prelazi po kapcima; samo možda. a možda je ugledaš kad zaviriš u knjigu tvog omiljenog pisca i pomisliš kako bi bilo divno; ali samo možda. a možda je osjetiš kad udahneš jak miris vanilije s malčice malage; baš kao sladoled,možda. svakako ćeš je kristalno vidjeti kad čuješ violinu u najneugodnije doba dana; samo možda. |
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The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history. September 28th, 1997. It is exactly 11am. At the funfair, near the ghost train, the marshmallow twister is twisting. Meanwhile, on a bench in Villette Square, Félix Lerbier learns there are more links in his brain than atoms in the universe. Meanwhile, at the Sacré Coeur, the nuns are practising their backhand. The temperature is 24°C, humidity 70%, atmospheric pressure 990 millibars.  *** CHILD’S VOICE ‘Yesterday upon the stair I saw a man that wasn’t there’ A small Black Child in a Tommy Stone mask, is reading to her mother from a book, BLACK CHILD ‘He wasn’t there again today How I wish he’d go away.’ *** CARD: A decorative, bright pink card reads: ‘Meaning is not in things but in between them.’ -Norman Brown *** |
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