Kad se stvari pomaknu,
ostanu samo sjene.
Šutnja iz prinude,
...
Of course I keep you secret:
I quickly make up lies
with which I would spur the memories
of the time when we were nothing but words,
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Love was born but nobody had noticed
how terrible it was. They shower it with gifts
every day without understanding that it is ready for a program.
Love is placed on the walls like a painting.
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i speak to a box: you are a nice box
you have 6 sides and i can play with you
you are a silent box while you rest
...
now all those things you did not dare
to speak up about have tripped you up
and said: stutter, and you then took
hold of a lock of greasy hair and crushed
...
I opened the door and, having stopped at the porch,
I noticed how I experience my movements
as something perfectly slippery,
...
Whatever I touch,
time touches me.
As well as patience, care,
...
In poems it always looks different.
When I read sentences written by others,
everything seems clear and easy.
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what is your habitat?
my habitat is an ashtray, a desk
a chair, a candlestick, books, boxes.
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