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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Anonymous despair/Anonimni ocaj</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'why are you looking for a charisma within yourself, stuffed bird<br>the possiblity of enlightment divides you endlessly<br>from craving a mission<br>the smell of earth concentrated circles of stupidity and ignorance<br>like rings<br>the further I don not understand<br>it looks to me like a dead sentinel' (Johny Shtulich) </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>bare in each star<br>that sharpens the knives of fear down the silver<br>to pour down into emptiness the keys without an opening<br>always somehow into wrong keyholes</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">an anonymous despair staggers behind the fragrance of deer<br>freedom is a horrible thing when you've got nowhere to go with it- isn't it</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">you'd rather exchange it for a cigarette smoke<br>bitter rakia from the spring of each drink<br>or her hands that now embrace the air</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">now what- when there's no charisma that could feed you<br>when all the idols burned lie in the ashes of lies<br>when you know that the birds stuffed with the news of the end of the winter<br>cannot fly because of the eye frozen at the bottom of a trophy</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">now where -as you elbow your way and push through the sentences of a story<br>in which you did not want to be a narrator anyways<br>not even a side character-through the word needle ears<br>searching for a new hero that will not be yourself</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'zašto tražiš harizmu u sebi punjena ptico<br>mogucnost prosvjecenosti razdvaja te do u beskraj<br>od žudnje za misijom<br>miris zemlje koncentricni krugovi gluposti i neznanja<br>kao prtenje<br>ono dalje ne razumijem<br>cini mi se da je mrtva straža' (Džoni Štulic) </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">ogoljen u svakom zvijezdi<br>što oštri noževe straha niz srebro<br>da sipa u prazno kljuceve bez otvaranja<br>uvijek nekako u pogrešne brave</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">anonimni ocaj posrce za mirisom košute<br>sloboda je strašna stvar kad nemaš kud s njom - zar ne</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">rado bi je zamjenio za dim cigarete<br>ljutu rakiju s vrela svakog pijanstva<br>ili njene ruke što sad grle vazduh</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">šta sad kad nema harizme koja bi te hranila<br>kad svi idoli spaljeni leže u pepelu laži<br>kad znaš da ptice punjene vijestima o kraju zime<br>ne mogu da lete sljed smrznutog oka u dnu trofeja</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">gdje sad dok se guraš dok se provlaciš kroz recenice jedne price<br>u kojoj ionako nisi htio da budeš pripovjedac<br>pa cak ni sporedni lik - krož rijeci iglene uši<br>u potrazi za novim junakom koji nece biti ti</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Miroslava+Odalovic">Miroslava Odalovic</a></strong></div>

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