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Epicentar:

"Ogledala" 

Uvek stojiš sa poštovanjem i radoznalošću,  

Osećaš da ti tišina smiruje duh, 

Unosiš se polako u odraz sopstvenog oka, 

Silina posvećivanja sebi deluje opako i tajnovito,

Čuješ kako počinje da zuji,

Donosi sjaj, najednom kao oreol, čini ti se,

 Avetinjska izolovanost podstiče ti maštu,

                                   Iskrsava gomila tvojih sopstvenih lica,                                 

Ipak toliko daleko ne želiš da ideš,

 Nešto sablasno i hladno želi da znaš, 

Ti samo tražiš, sasvim prosto, da tu ispred tebe,

U senci obelodanjenog,

Vidiš onog starog, u vremenu zaboravljenog prijatelja.

 On zna.

 Ožiljak ti je na desnoj strani,  

Vidiš ga na levoj,

Na potiljku. 

Ako se sada prepoznaš,

Setićeš se vašeg trenutka,  

Videćeš ruke koje ti daju mogućnost upotrebe drugog ogledala,

Seti se tada, van sebe,

Odraza, bez iluzije.

 

Epicenter: Mirrors

You always stand with respect and curiosity,

You feel the silence calm your spirit,

You slowly enter the reflection of your own eye,

The force of self-consecration acts wickedly and secretly,

You hear it start to buzz,

It brings brightness, suddenly like a halo, it seems to you,

Desolate isolation fuels your imagination,

A motley pile of your own faces,

You don't want to go that far though,

  Something eerie and cold wants you to know,

You just ask, quite simply, that there in front of you,

In the shadow of the disclosed,

You see that old, time-forgotten friend.

  He knows.

  The scar is on your right side,

You see it on the left,

On the back of the head.

If you recognize yourself now,

You will remember the moment together,

You will see hands that give you the ability to use another mirror,

Remember then, outside yourself, the reflection, without illusion.

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