Treći anđeo (Junska pesma) / The Third Angel (The June P..m)

! This post was written long ago. What you're reading is not necessarily how I feel about things in 2016. This blog was started by an 18-year-old in 2001. Please, keep that in mind before you freak out.

This is another p..m with time shifting and I don't think it shifts that much in any other p..m in the series. Characters' ages are changing constantly, the narrator is often speaking from a toddler perspective and then suddenly being adult again, only to drift into the crib the next moment.

The other protagonist in this one is the flower that bites who was a bunny who was a cloud who was this and that is now a moody angel. Once again, he/she/it is being horribly inappropriate. I got inspiration from a Benny Hill sketch I can't find the name for, but the Serbian version was translated to "Protetički dečak (Prosthetic Boy)" and there was a boy who would throw a lolly and demolish a building.

The name? Outside of the brackets, it should make sense. Inside of the brackets? If something's not really April and not really June, how do you name it? May?. But I just cannot go without giving poor June that doesn't even look like one right now its credit. So, may it be June.

Universal meaning, outisde of the Wrong Star realm? Hmmm...religious people blaming everything on secular people, when it's most likely their fault? In case you can figure this one out, it's too grotesque, but mom and dad says that back in the days, there were comments towards a certain country that no longer exists, stating that "they got it because they didn't appreciate God". Ha. Ha. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Then why did everyone else get it, too?

I started writing this in bed on the night between 02nd and 03rd June. The original version is a bit messy when translated to English, this second version is stronger, better and more articulate.

"Troublemaker" is a poor word to replace South-Slavonic "mutivoda". Mutivoda would basically be the one blurring the waters, making them muddy and unhealthy. I don't know the right word in English. If anyone can help, I'll fix it.

Treći anđeo (Junska pesma)

Ti si moj treći anđeo.
Umesto da staviš zvezdu na nebeski svod,
zavrljačio si je da me odalamiš,
i promašio si me,
jer odozgo sve izgleda tako malecko,
a i ja sam bila mnogo mala.

Ti si moja treća truba,
neverovatno neprijatna,
neverovatno gruba.

Ne želim da znam šta sam ja,
progutaš me i onda ti se gadi,
daću ti jedan u ruku, jednog dana,
ponekad imam utisak da rastu u meni.

I onda sam JA mutivoda?
neverovatno gorka,
neverovatno gorda.
Objasni.
Molim te, objasni.

A ko je mene terao da poželim želju?
Poželela sam da upoznam divnog dečka kad porastem
i da izgleda tako, tako, tako i tako.
Da sam bar znala kakva to zvezda pada,
da sam bar dobila nekakvu menicu,
da sam znala da ću uvek biti na začelju.

Ti si moj treći anđeo,
krila su ti oprljena i NISKO SLETANJE,
nekako uvek ateriraš na stražnjicu, aman!
Uzde su ti veoma skupe i namazane uljem
stakla su ti zatamnjena,
pa odozgo sve izgleda tako mutno,
a i ja sam malčice glupa.

Ti si moja treća truba,
promenljivog pravca,
bleštavih zuba.

I onda sam JA mutivoda?
A ti si ustvari sadio bosiljak?
I ko je sad neverovatno gord?
Objasni.
Molim te, objasni.

A ko je mene terao da poželim želju?
Poželela sam da jednog dana vidim prave zvezde
i da budu takve, takve, takve, takve i takve.
Da sam bar znala kakva to zvezda pada,
da bar nisam čvrsto spavala u svojoj kolevci,
i da bar od svega toga ne dobih baš tebe.
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The Third Angel (The June P..m)

You're my third angel,
Instead of placing a star in the sky,
You threw it to knock me out
And you missed me,
Because from up there everything looks so small
And I was a wee child, too.

You're my third trumpet,
Incredibly unpleasant,
Incredibly rough.

I don't want to know what I am, then
You swallow me straight up and feel sick,
I'll place one of them in your hand someday,
Sometimes I feel like they're growing in me.

And then I am the troublemaker?
Incredibly bitter,
Incredibly proud.
Explain it to me.
Please, explain it to me.

And who was it that made me make a wish?
I wished to meet a wonderful boy when I grow up
And I wished him to look so, so, so, so and so.
If only I knew what kind of a star just fell,
If only I could get some sort of a contract,
And that I'll always be at the end of the line.

You're my third angel,
Your wings are slightly burnt and...LOW LANDING!
You're always landing on your behind, ahime!
Your reins are so expensive, smeared with oil,
Your glass has been darkened,
And from up there, everything looks so muddy,
And I am a wee bit stupid, too.

You're my third trumpet,
Of changing directions,
And a gleaming grin.

And then I am the troublemaker?
And you were actually planting basil?
Now, who's incredibly proud?
Explain it to me.
Please, explain it to me.

And who was it that made me make a wish?
I wished to see real stars above me someday
And I wished them to be so, so, so, so and so.
If only I knew what kind of a star just fell,
If only I wasn't sound asleep in my crib,
If only, from all of it, I didn't get you.

Music listened throughout writing this one:
John Frusciante - "Water"
Ultravox - "Dancing With Tears In My Eyes" (cliché, I know)
Dune - "Dark Side Of The Moon"
Fabrizio de André - "Via della croce"
Melanie C - "Soul Boy"
Céline Dion - "Ne Partez Pas Sans Moi"

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