August 2, 2011 » Tegla / Jar
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Random thoughts on totally random people's relationships, I don't even know the female in the story that inspired me, I just heard of her. But that's enough for this one.
Tegla
Našao ju je na drugoj strani zemlje,
ubedio ju je da ga je oduvek volela,
a onda ju je zatvorio u veliku teglu,
spolja polepivši sopstvene portrete.
I on meni kaže da je ljubav jednostavna,
da treba samo da ćutim i slušam,
da se divim i trepćem
i da će neko jednog dana biti moj bog.
Oprosti, prijatelju, odakle ti to da mi treba bog?
Neću ja nikakvog boga.
I ona sad spava, u gradu čudnih isparenja,
a ispod kostiju lobanje joj buja poljsko cveće sa pozlatom.
On je bog, on je bog, ponavljam: bog, bog, bog.
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Jar
He found her on the other side of the country,
Convinced her that she's loved him all along,
And then he locked her shut in a large jar,
Having glued portraits of himself from the outside.
And he tells me that love is very simple,
That I should just shut up and listen,
Admire and blink,
And that someday, someone will be my god.
Excuse me, pal, where did you get that I need god?
I don't want any god.
And she's sleeping now, in the city of strange fumes
And inside of her skull bones, meadow flowers covered in gold are growing.
He's god, he's god, I repeat: god, god, god.
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