Sebastian Sava Gor

  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...    *** 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 lakrdi