Before Wrong Star et cetera, I used to be more subtle. I'm glad I no longer am that way, at least not when it comes to writing, as I really do prefer it sharp. This was written in August 2006 and it's probably visionary in some way...or a pure, pure coincidence. It probably has something to do with January Black. Later on, this poem inspired Ne drmusaj drvo / Stop Shaking The Tree.
Pre nego što je pao poslednji list,
pokupio si opalo lišće na hrpu,
i poslednjim atomima snage
poceo da ga bacaš u vis.
ukoliko treseš drvo,
kako je moguce da misliš
da lišće nece ponovo poceti da pada?
Zalepio si ga sopstvenom krvlju,
ona se vremenom sasuši
ili je neko zatruje.
Udahnuo si mu hlorofil
iz dubine svoje napaćene duše,
ono ce ponovo požuteti,
ukoliko duša završi u pogrešnim rukama.
Before the last leaf has fallen
You've picked them all and formed a pile
And with the last atoms of your strength
You started tossing leaves up in the air.
If you're shaking the tree,
How could you possibly think
The leaves won't start falling again?
You glued them back using your own blood,
The blood gets dry after some time,
Or somebody poisons it.
You've breathed chlorophyll into it,
From the bottom of your tortured soul,
And all the leaves will turn yellow
If that soul ends in wrong hands.
- written on 22nd August 2006