Zmaj među krovovima / Dragon Among The Rooftops

! 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.

When things are looking bleak and when something turns out to have a sudden odd spin, an incredibly radical outcome, my way has always been the same, ever since the pre-teen years: I suddenly value every single second of the previous, details pop up and every single second of them is suddenly worth one full day of now. And I dream of how much I didn't appreciate then and how I'd almost worship "tomorrow" if it was like "yesterday". It's interesting to come back to this topic 13-14 years later, with a mature mind, an actual serious issue in its centre and much richer senses that could memorise every single bit of "yesterday".

That is what the happier part of my other poetry book in works, Forever Nine, will be about. The happier part consists of happy p..ms written when I'm feeling mellow, when I feel that there is hope that the "now" will turn out good or that "yesterday" equals "tomorrow". The sadder part is hopeless. Not Wrong Star kind of hopeless, not eternally hopeless - rather hopeless with a definite ending that varies from bad to the worst.

In the "yesterday" stories, there's the ultimate good day and the ultimate bad day. Both of them even make cameos in Wrong Star, as Forever Nine and Wrong Star do have some sort of crossroads. The ultimate bad day is hinted to in Paddling Over Nothing and the ultimate good day is hinted to in From The Bottom Of A Broken...Uh?!.

There's no alcohol involved here, for those of you who see it in everything and are probably the same people who saw sex in From The Bottom Of A Broken...Uh?!. The phrase "streets getting drunk" is from a cheesy 80s rock song by a legendary ex-YU band. Basically, the singer is thinking of a girl he likes and the streets are getting drunk, stars are itching like pimples...in other words, he's nervous and lacking sense of orientation. I used to think it was just a saying and then one night I got really excited about an experience I'd just had and the streets got drunk! I could swear that the corner I eventually found wasn't there when I passed by the place it was at 30 minutes earlier.

Zmaj među krovovima

Takvih dana nema mnogo.

Jednom je bio tornado u Londonu.
Takvih dana nema mnogo.

Jednom sam pila "popij me"
i uspela da ne uzmem previše "pojedi me".
Takvih dana nema mnogo.

Jednom sam videla otisak jednonogog psa.
Tog dana sam videla i zmaja među krovovima.
Tog dana sam videla srce u lutki na navijanje.
Takvih dana nema mnogo.

Jednom nisam mogla da idem pravo pa desno,
shvatila da se ulice stvarno napijaju.
tog dana sam otkrila hladne hamburgere
i više ih se nikad nisam lišila.
Takvih dana nema mnogo.

Premotaj.

Takvih dana nema mnogo.

Jednom je bio tornado u Londonu...

_______________________________

Dragon Amongst The Rooftops

There aren't many days like that.

Once, there was a tornado in London.
There aren't many days like that.

Once, I drunk some of "drink me"
And managed not to have too much of "eat me".
There aren't many days like that.

Once, I saw paw prints of an one-legged dog.
That day I also saw a dragon amongst rooftops.
That day I saw a heart inside of a wind-up doll.
There aren't many days like that.

Once, I couldn't go straight and turn right,
I realised that streets really get drunk,
That day I discovered how good cold hamburgers are.
There aren't many days like that.

Rewind.

There aren't many days like that.

Once, there was a tornado in London...

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *