July 24, 2011 » Cveće kao jagode / Flowers Like Strawberries
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This is strange. I just went for a walk with two awesome people: a friend I've had for quite a while and a new and a very interesting one. And we passed by an old man selling flowers. He literally threw himself in my face, persuing me to buy a bonnet. His explanation was that flowers are like strawberries. Minutes later, we stumbled upon a very stupid ad for a bank, featuring a hamster. The rest just got mixed up, it's a whirlpool of things we've been mentioning throughout the night. I ended up writing it all on a McDonald's bill. There's material for another one, strangely enough.
Cveće kao jagode
Neko ima profesionalnu,
neko devijantnu deformaciju,
a neko je hrčak.
Nekad sedaju u iste rupe,
nekad i u različito vreme,
a nekad je hrčak.
Negde tvrde da je to cveće,
negde tvrdi da su to jagode,
a negde je hrčak.
Nekako je sa slatkim mačićima,
nekako je sa trbušnim plesačicama,
a nekako je hrčak.
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Flowers Like Strawberries
Someone has a professional,
Someone a deviant deformation,
And someone's a hamster.
Sometimes they sit in the same holes,
Sometimes in different moments,
And sometimes it's a hamster.
Somewhere they say it's flowers,
Somewhere they claim it's strawberries,
And somewhere it's a hamster.
Somehow it's with sweet kittens,
Somehow it's with belly dancers,
And somehow it's a hamster.
Iva is the owner of this blog. She's a web designer who loves poetry way too much and won't stop writing it. She also runs a couple of other websites, such as this one.
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Izuzetno.
Totalno slobodan tok misli, asocijacije koje baš boli uvo što se kose sa stvarnošću koju svi prihvataju bez ikakvog pitanja. Baš sam se nasmejala od srca, možda sam krajnje subjektivna jer znam ceo kontekst i možda me je zato toliko dirnulo, ali ja u ovome najiskrenije osećam duboki smisao. A smisao je (ili makar jedan od smislova), kako ga ja vidim, upravo taj da nema smisla. I nema logike. I da se tako logika i stvara, i da baš tako i nastaje logika. I baš u tome je sva čar postojanja. To što se nelogičnosti spajaju u logičnosti, kao da nikad i nisu bili razdvojeni. Ništa nema smisla, ali sve zapravo ima smisla.
Tako ja doživeh tvoju pesmu.
To je jedno od mogućih tumačenja, jeste. Drugo je da, šta god da se desi, neko, nešto, nekako, negde, nekad je hrčak; tj. neki ne popuštaju, neke stvari su neprolazne itd.
A koliko je inspiracija lančana reakcija i koliko šetnja sa kreativcima može da inspiriše...to već znaš. I hvala na lepim rečima.