Epicentar: Taština / Epicenter: Vanity ::: Poezija. Knjiga. Književnost. Poetry. Book. Literature. Књига. Литература. Поезија
TAŠTINA Sablasno i zlokobno škripe odurna, stara vrata, Podseća zlokobno skazaljka sata. Srce tvoje lupa snažno i potišteno, ječi, tumara... I kapi što o pod zvecaju, I grana koja o prozor što ošinu, I trzaj deteta u snu bunovnom. Lom, krš, beznađe, zavist, prkos, Gnev, zaraza i očaj, Okolo nas kolo prave, Besno, igru smrti igraju... Rob sam, da me oslobodiš! Prah moj rasut luta, da ga sastaviš! Razum mi se raspucao, da ga obnoviš! A ti ponovo govoriš: Zašto, zašto... Život, Čoveče u smrti tražiš?! VANITY Spooky and sinister, the old door creaks, It is reminiscent of the ominous clock. Your heart is pounding, strong and depressed, moaning, wandering ... And the drops that rattle on the floor, And a branch that strikes the window, And the twitch of a child in a rebellious dream ... Fracture, karst, hopelessness, envy, defiance, Anger, contagion, and despair are making a circle around us, Furious, they play the game of death ... I am a slave to set me free! My scattered ashes a
