Miroslava Odalovic Poems

there were pictures on the faces
pictures words clear on faces vague
they let them let hang like birds wet
pinned on the wire to dry they hanged them
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Moja jutra su jutra
Jutra moga sutra
Tu svićem tu zanoćim
Ponoćno dišem
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You self-proclaimed mother of all the cultures and civilisations
You blue-eyes girl who does not remember the colour of the sky
Are you still swaying the continents in your cradle
With your spiritual tentacles
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a being sentenced to be a measure of the universe
is a marginal artist always at the edge
of a 'neath beyond abyss
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i do the things mistrustfully just the way you do
when trying not to read the lines on the hands
and when i close them it's a prayer without a prayer
for the mind always knows better than i do
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realities are thousands of skies
reflected in thousands of eyes
closing down because of too much light
blinking helplessly relentlessly
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potrošiću riječi jer ko dukat zvecka
tvoga znanja dar o draga
veselo zvecka tvoja niska oko vrata
viču tvoja usta bjelasaju zubi
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Like a curtain of rain
That the hand will never
Be able to move it away
Not even when the eye opens up a drop
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Dans une antichambre
Entrez avec les penses
Sans peur_seulment_entrez
Les mots_ces sont
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