Ovde / Here

! 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.

Broke the Wrong Star canon and mixed WS and non-fiction. OK, reality. As usual, no clean explanation and absolutely what-the-hell. Written on the bus and on a park bench by the lake. Gonna fix the typos and Serbian text when I'm home.- FIXED! Enjoying the day at the lake with my friend Marija and her adorable toddler, Dušan aka Duki.

Ovde

Plastične kese su kotrljani,
duga je aprilska noć,
i nema nikoga
ovde.
Dođi, dođi, dođi ovamo.

Plasticne kese su kotrljani,
ova je ljubičasta. Fuj, ljubičasto!
I niko nije pri zdravoj pameti
ovde.
Dođi, dođi, dođi ovamo.

Fisija konfisija,
Fuzija konfuzija,
Pod mojom kapuljačom ima života,
i ne mogu je ponovo nataknuti.

Vatra ne može biti ugašena,
Jedna duša ce biti okrivljena,
Pod tvojom kapom ima poricanja,
I stalno je nosiš.

Snegokolačići su pogrešnosemenje,
prolećni raspust je krenuo naopako,
i više nema nikoga
ovde.
Dođi, dođi, dođi ovamo.

Snegokolačići su pogrešnosemenje,
Ovi su najjači. Fuj to!
I nista više nije čisto kao suza
ovde.
Dođi, dođi, dođi ovamo.

Fisija konfisija,
Fuzija konfuzija,
Pod mojom kapuljačom ima života,
i ne mogu je ponovo nataknuti.

Vatra ne može biti ugašena,
Jedna duša ce biti okrivljena,
Pod tvojom kapom ima poricanja,
I stalno je nosiš.

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Here

Plastic bags are tumbleweeds,
It's a long April night,
And there's no one around,
Here.
Here, here, come here.

Plastic bags are tumbleweeds,
This one is violet. I hate it!
And there's no one sane,
Here.
Here, here, come here.

Fission confission,
No fusion confusion,
There's a life under my hood,
And I can't put it back on.

Fire can't be tamed,
Guess who can be blamed,
There's denial under your hat,
And you always have it on.

Snowcookies are the wrongseeds,
It's a spring break gone wrong,
And there's no one any longer
Here.
Here, here, come here.

Snowcookies are the wrongseeds,
These are the strongest. I hate it!
And there's nothing squeaky clean
Here.
Here, here, come here.

Fission confission,
No fusion confusion,
There's a life under my hood,
And I can't put it back on.

Fire can't be tamed,
Guess who can be blamed,
There's denial under your hat,
And you always have it on.

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