The Night Of Broken Arrows: "Lord of Solitude" | Noć Slomljenih Strela: "Gospodar Samoće" | Kratke Priče. Short Stories
Night of Broken Arrows
Noć Slomljenih Strela
"Lord of Solitude"
The plant blossomed, the colors of flowers as created for painters' souls to immortalize them.
The little, fragile girl also liked the flowers.
She puts her nose in the flower and the flower stabs her to death.
You bunch! You are a mass of moldy human flesh! Are you such salt to the earth, a salt that kills!
You know that old joker, who has been changing masks for centuries and taking various visible and invisible forms?
These days, he has only two eyes, one is looking straight at you, the other is looking at the vast desert.
You see he's gone now, you're here...
You sit alone and think...
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Gospodar Samoće
Procvetala je biljka, boje cvetova
kao stvorenih za slikarske duše da ih ovekoveče.
Cvetovi su se dopali i devojćici,
malenoj, krhkoj.
Ona svoj nosić u cvet unese i cvet je
smrtonosno ubode.
Gomilo!!! Maso crvljiva!!! Zar ste takva so zemlji, so koja ubija!!!
Znate onog starog lakrdijaša, što
vekovima već maske menja i razne oblike vidljive i nevidljive poprima?
Ovih dana, samo dva oka ima, jedno
gleda ravno u tebe, u drugom mu se nepregledna pustinja ogleda.
Vidiš kako ga sada nema, dok si ti još uvek nekako tu...
Sediš sam i misliš...
EX EX : BE THERE
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