September 11, 2011 » Bicikle, mrežom za leptire / Bicycles, with A Butterfly Net
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Bicikle, mrežom za leptire
Hoću-neću veza sa liticom,
imam je,
Mislim da je imaš i ti.
Litica kao da je deo tebe,
tvoja je strmija od moje.
Ja volim da varam liticu
i odem malo na vazduh.
Što da ne? Što da ne?
Jurim male leteće, krilate
bicikle, mrežom za leptire.
Šta ako uopšte nisu
ženski bicikli, i posle svega?
Nije da mi ljudi nisu to spomenuli.
A čak i da jesu,
koliko komada treba da uhvatim?
Poetične oči,
bajkoviti rep,
kocke iznutra,
kocke vezane oko kljuna,
kocke vezane oko vrata.
Luda ptica.
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Bicycles, with A Butterfly Net
On-And-Off Relationship With A Cliff,
I have it,
I think you have it, too,
Cliff seems to be a part of you
And it's steeper than mine.
I like to cheat on the cliff
And go out in the open air,
Chasing little flying, winged
Bicycles, with a butterfly net.
What if they're not
Girls' bicycles, after all?
It's not like people didn't tell me.
And even if they are,
How many do I need to catch?
Poetic eyes,
A fairy-tale tail,
Cubes on the inside,
Cubes tied around the beck.
Cubes tied around the beck.
A crazy bird.
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