May 3, 2011 » Volim Silviju / I Love Silvia
This is what happens when I write down a totally random stream of thoughts. And everyone in this annoys me, apart from Silvia. She did annoy me sometimes in the past, but I annoyed her much more and I am thankful that I somehow re-gained her trust and love, same goes for the trust of some of our mutual friends, who also appeared in some of my work, though it was never clearly stated it was them.
One of these people probably never expected to end up in any of my pieces. The others? Well, they all appeared in my pieces before, mostly as antagonists, anti-heroes and generally, annoying little bastards. Kidding about the last one, at least about the bastard part.
Now the whole world will know how I love Silvia. But I don't care. This is a funny automatic-writing kind of shit, either way.
Volim Silviju
Jednog dana, Silvija mi pokaže nešto.
I šta vidim? Tebe, sa gomilom drugih kvazi-štaveć, igrate neko sranje.
Penzioner, tako mlad, a već penzioner.
I smejem ti se. Hahahaha. Vidi tebe! Haha!
I mislim kako nisam htela to da vidim i kako me baš briga.
Par sedmica kasnije i ja se nađem za nekim glupim stolim, igrajući neku igru (doduše, pametniju) sa drugarima.
Ne dopadaju mi se tvoji drugari.
Ni tebi se ne bi dopali moji drugari.
Nisam sigurna ni da li se meni dopadaju.
Nisam sigurna ni da li mi se onaj dopada. On je budala.
Nisam sigurna ni da li mi se ti dopadaš. Ti si čudak.
No, Silvija me je inspirisala da ovo napišem. A Silvija je super.
Volim Silviju!
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I Love Silvia
One day, Silvia shows me something.
And what do I see? You, with a bunch of some other pseudo-whatever-you-guys-are-anyway, playing some stupid game.
Pensioner, so young and already a pensioner.
And I laugh at you. Hahahaha. Look at you! Haha!
And I think how I never actually wanted to see that and that I don't care.
A couple of weeks later, I find myself at some stupid table, playing some other game (albeit a smarter one) with pals.
I don't like your pals.
You wouldn't like my pals, either.
I am not sure if I like them, either.
I am not sure if I like that guy, either. He's a fool.
I am not sure if I like you, either. You're weird.
But Silvia inspired me to write this. And Silvia is great.
I love Silvia!
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