February 1, 2011 » Plačimesec/Crymoon
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Writing inspiration is here again! How on Earth did it happen? The other day, my mother talked to my aunt about how she was careful when making food for the patron saint day we had yesterday (which only one of my close real-life friends actually remembered - ironically, the catholic girl).
Have mercy. It's actually my first 2011 piece.
Plačimesec
Isekoh polumesec od crnog luka,
ispalih ga sve do neba,
sad imam sopstveni mesec da mi pokazuje put,
sopstveni mesec da me rasplače,
a ako mi dosadi, možda ću samo oljuštiti i prilepiti kožice luka,
i napraviti sopstveni par krila, da poletim,
sopstveni par krila, da poletim.
Crymoon
Cut crescent moon out of onions,
And fired it up at the sky
Now I have a moon of my own to show me the way,
A moon on my own to make me cry
If I get bored, I just might peel off and stick together onion skins,
And make myself a pair of wings to fly,
A pair of wings to fly.
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