OK, a little break from Wrong Star, back to the long-forgotten series I named Forever Nine, though the name is subject to a changed title, which will most likely be My Name Is Not Alex.
The other day, I was at Lush, where I no longer work, as most of my friends know. I kinda take it hard that I'm not a part of the mafia and I would love to be back someday. Either way, I was there with JP and I wanted to show her massage bars. I grabbed a Soft Coeur in my hand and claimed that it smells like 2006. Both JP and Marija asked me what the hell was I talking about. Well, here's what I was talking about.
Pre pet srca
Ovo srce miriše na pre pet godina,
ovo srce je kao nova tramvajska šina,
ovo srce izgleda kao nova, nova stvar,
ovo srce je oslobođeno, uz kauciju.
Čokolada unutar ovog srca nije gorka,
no, ne pitaj za moje.
Na kraju krajeva, ti nikad ništa i ne pitaš.
Čak ni čoveka u ogledalu ne pitaš ko je.
A da li on to i zna?
Five Hearts Ago
This heart smells of five years ago,
This hearts feels like new tram rails,
This heart looks like the new, new thing,
This heart has been set free, on a bail.
This heart's chocolate is not bitter,
But don't ask about my heart.
Then again, you never asked anything.
You don't even ask man in the mirror who he is.
And does he even know?