Žongler / Juggler

! This post was written long ago. What you're reading is not necessarily how I feel about things in 2017. This blog was started by an 18-year-old in 2001. Please, keep that in mind before you freak out.

I wrote this while sitting at a bakery/cafe in Novi Sad, waiting for the first morning bus. It was probably around 3 in the morning. Basically, I was writing a draft for a more complicated p..m for the Wrong Star series and I suddenly had an idea for something else.


Žonglira diabolom,
izbegavajući bele golubove.

Žonglira belim golubovima,
izbegavajući diabolo.

Nekad golubovi dodirnu diabolo
i ono se raspadne.

Nekad diabolo dodirne golubove
i oni puste koju kap krvi.



He's juggling with a diabolo,
Avoiding white pigeons.

He's juggling with white pigeons,
Avoiding diabolo.

Sometimes pigeons touch the diabolo
And it breaks apart.

Sometimes diabolo touches the pigeons
And they let out a drop or two of blood.

Zongler / Juggler

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