Žaklina / Jacqueline

! 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.

This was written late in March, at the time Picasso's pottery was exhibited here in Belgrade.

Žaklina

Munjama crtka li crtka leptire ucene
da popuni
njegove bore oko očiju barem do sutra,
Žaklina.

Knjige krvare pričama dok ih gutaju,
ali ona
živi život princeze iz bajke,
Žaklina.

Žaklina, Žaklina, Žaklina....
...OPET ŽAKLINA. I opet, opet ta Žaklina.

Zatvorila i otvorila kutiju,
da li si, Žaklina,
da li si to uradila?

Otvori, pa zatvori kutiju,
da li bi to, Žaklina,
da li bi to uradila?

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Jacqueline

Drawing ransom butterflies with lightnings
To fill in
His crow's feet, at least until tomorrow,
Jacqueline.

Books bleed stories as they've been eaten,
But she is
Living the life of a fairy-tale princess,
Jacqueline.

Jacqueline, Jacqueline, Jacqueline...
...AGAIN, JACQUELINE. And on and on, that Jacqueline.

Closed the box and open the box,
Did you, Jacqueline,
Did you do it?

Open the box and close the box,
Would you, Jacqueline,
Would you, do it?

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