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.
izbegavajući bele golubove.
Žonglira belim golubovima,
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,
Sometimes pigeons touch the diabolo
And it breaks apart.
Sometimes diabolo touches the pigeons
And they let out a drop or two of blood.