Epicentar: "Kockaju Se Kockari" | Epicenter: "Gamblers, Gambled | Épicentre : "Gamblers jouer" | Zbirka Poezije | A Poetry Collection | Recueil de poésie | poezija | poetry | poésie
Kockaju Se Kockari Pored mene su razbacani mrtvi kockari, Njihove kosti i kocke, Podigao sam kocku sa floroscentno crvenim tačkama, na broju šest, Odmah sam je spustio na zemlju, Podigao sam kost mrtvog kockara, Bacio sam je u vazduh, negde je nestala, Ugledao sam veliki kockarski hram, Vatra je liznula nebo, Hram je pred mojim očima izgoreo, Sada je sve oko mene zgarište, Crna pusta zemlja, nema nigde nikoga, Nema žive duše, niti bilo čega, Nebo je neonski belo i više ne mogu da gledam u njega, Kockali su se kockari… Gamblers Gambled Beside me are scattered dead gamblers, Their bones and dice, I picked up a die with fluorescent red dots, number six, I immediately put her on the ground, I picked up the bone of a dead gambler, I threw her in the air, and she disappeared somewhere, I saw a great gambling temple, Fire licked the sky, The temple burned before my eyes, Now everything around me is ablaze, Black wasteland, there is no one anywhere, No living so