Srce na štakama / A Heart On Crutches

! This post was written long ago. What you're reading is not necessarily how I feel about things in 2016. This blog was started by an 18-year-old in 2001. Please, keep that in mind before you freak out.

Srce na štakama

Ona,
srce na štulama,
mesecima se pela gore,
jer on je bio kišni oblak,
drugačije je ne bi ni video.

U raskupusanim snovima
koje je progutalo more
nije pronašla čak ni saharin.
Da li bi se njemu iko ikad i svideo?

Ludo li si, srce, stojiš naglavačke,
jer je cele ove godine bila noć,
nisi se ti ama baš nikud pela,
spustila si se tamo gde ljubav nema moć.

Ona,
srce na štakama,
kao oparena skočila je
i uletela u azbestni batiskaf
kako bi mogla da diše.

Čudan neki pakao!
Dobro da prekinu putešestvije.
Kakva je to voda koja gori?
Zašto tako čudno miriše?

_______________________________

A Heart On Crutches

She,
A heart on stilts,
Had been climbing up for months,
For he was a raincloud
And otherwise he wouldn't even see her.

In the torn-up dreams
Swallowed by the sea
She didn't even find sacharine.
Would he ever like anyone, actually?

Crazy heart you are, standing upside down,
As it was night time throughout the year.
You weren't climbing anywhere, really,
You drifted down where love has no power.

She,
A heart on crutches,
Jumped
And ran into an asbestos batiscaf,
So she could be able to breathe.

Strange place, this hell!
I'm glad I stopped this voyage,
What kind of water could burn like this?
What kind of water could smell like this?

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