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Slobodan Skerovic: Pesme

ballad of the one

bonfire and mist

how to put together sun and moon

but here two suns, like one

chase across the sky

and one is day and one is night

 

when I walk, I never know

is it it or is it it

when I sleep I never wake

and if I look I see

white skies and mist

and distant peaks

 

and their ice

 

strange, here winds don‘t blow

and fire burns profondo red

and transparent;

smoke invisible

and crack of twigs like

kaleidoscope

perturbs my sight

I look at them unmoved

 

I sit on beach and watch

the foam

feet deep in sand

wet

water climbs, retreats...

bent, I touch, I hear

I sing

salamander comes

salamander whispers in my ear

 

his eyes‘ lustre‘s black and

blue

matching mine

magic bursts and sprays my

loneliness, paleness

hum and tune

 

is this world alive

 

I don‘t ask for miracles.

 

I unusually slow -

heart is dead.

 

it is nothingness:

I inhale the scent

deep, in flesh

the river flows, somewhere

stones protrude

 

I have to split

these two:

 

I am now in different mood

how it moved?

I stood

I am bigger than this world

 

bitter clarions cry

but I hush

not my word was heard

no one heard

(that I want night)

I want dripping blood

 

and in night I want

to see the stars

 

rrrrram!

 

a complete change, and cold

breeze, and I want the heat

it hides

somewhere, around

I feel with my hands

I go out

 

snowflakes on the edge

 

on stilleto edge

 

the mist still there

and no phantasy to smile

it means death

it means near-distance

it means kwartz

pure light

 

abysses! but nowhere to fall

it dissipates

I think what I see

and it makes me bow

 

the turmoil is over, the song of the world

who is to speak when there‘s no I

if I say I

do I escape from

loneliness

 

if I say you

do you escape

 

up in the sky two suns sneak

one is day the other night

mist twirls

lightnings hit

 

I wake up from the dream

I see myself asleep

 

frog krrrrak!

it heaves

it was born yesterday

and it‘s big

 

too old, I say

I go

there is eye in the sky

it was also seen

 

escape, escape from this

but nothing shakes

trees hower

moss sticks

I can‘t

 

dream no dream

like whole universe in one

one dream in the sky

another in the sky

just how long it takes

everyone to die

 

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