To mesto odiše vukovima, rekoše. / This place breeathes out wolves, they said.

! This post was written long ago. What you're reading is not necessarily how I feel about things in 2017. This blog was started by an 18-year-old in 2001. Please, keep that in mind before you freak out.

This is a good idea, but I am not 100% sure if I executed it the way I wanted to. It's probably offensive to half of the planet, in addition to all that, and for the first and probably only time in the Wrong Star series, dealing with multiple open wounds that have not healed properly yet.

It also features some exaggerated quotes from one of my standard characters in poetry, the female found in Yet Again, She's Flying To The Moon, Some Nice Scribe (REALLY!!!) and a couple of others.

To mesto odiše vukovima, rekoše.

Sve se dešava dvaput.
Nije li to divno?
Nije li to odvratno?

Nekad prokuva u Evropi
i treba vremena da se sazna.

Nekad prokuva u Aziji
i saznaš odmah.

Vuk, vuk!
Velika stvar.
To mesto odiše vukovima, rekoše.

Glupa mala devojčica,
takve stvari se ne dešavaju.
Svi to rade.
UMUKNI, ZABRANJUJEM TI DA O TOME MISLIŠ.

Vuk, vuk!
Narandžasto Sunce i crveni pun Mesec,
na četvrt jedno od drugog.

Nekad prokuva u Evropi
i ne znaš da li je zauvek.

Nekad prokuva u Aziji
i deluje kao da je sve izbrisano.

Vuk, vuk!

Ko ti je kriv kad ti smeta što postojiš?
Ko ti je kriv što više niko ništa ne briše?
Sve se dešava dvaput. Pa šta? Moraš li da ga dovedeš do tog nivoa?

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This place breeathes out wolves, they said.

Everything happens twice,
Isn't it nice?
Isn't it horrible?

Sometimes it boils in Europe
And you don't know it immediately.

Sometimes it boils in Asia
And you know it straight away.

Wolf, wolf
Big deal.
This place breeathes out wolves, they said.

Dumb little girl,
Such things don't happen.
Everybody does it,
CUT IT OUT, I FORBID YOU TO THINK THAT.

Wolf, wolf.
Orange Sun and a red full Moon,
A quarter away from each other.

Sometimes it boils in Europe
And you don't know if it's forever.

Sometimes it boils in Asia
And everything looks as if it was swept away.

Wolf, wolf!

You can't blame it on anyone if you're bothered by own existence.
You can't blame it on anyone that nothing gets swept away anymore nowadays.
Everything happens twice. So what? Do you really have to take it this far?

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