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Kdo Se Je Zbral

Kaj ti bojo c'rna oc'ala sredi noc'i
da z njimi skrijes' svoje grde oc'i
kaj ti bojo vsi djamanti na belih prstih
bo jo s'e vedno svetli, ko bos' gnila v krsti
kaj ti bojo c'rne najlonke na mastnih bedrih
rajs'i gledam najlonaste c'rnke kaj ti bojo c'rna oc'ala?
S'e eno pivo, metek v c'elo,
kdo se je zbral samo da imas' v srcu plamen v glavi kamen
Kaj ti bojo rdec'a s'minka in celi zobje
mesena usta, ki jih nikoli ne zapres'
kaj ti bojo gomila dnarja in tisoc' stvari
ki jih drz'is' v glavi da se moz'gani nebi skisali
kaj ti bojo c'rna oc'ala

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Klub Ljudi Z Resnimi Tezavami

C'e ti zjutraj ko je kriza avto ne vz'ge in ti med dopustom vedno ribica
umre
stalno z'ivis' v krizi identitete ne znas' raztrgat perforirane serviete
c'e ti obup redno skac'e pred oc'i smrt te voha in po s'unki ji dis'is'
v boljs'o prihodnost ceste ni nobene rad bi bil zver a si le malo
s'c'ene
Pridi pogledat v nas' novi klub sami tez'ki pacijenti vrz'eni na kup
vsakega muc'i vsaj ena tez'ava vsak bo prisegu da njegova je prava
mali karlo je z'e kot otrok skuz'u kaj je to kvalitativni preskok
samo iz mase ljudi z velikimi problemi lahko pridejo ven tako dobri
refreni
Problemi so problemi bojo in kurc jih gleda
problemi so problemi bojo in klinc jih gleda seveda
problemi so problemi bojo in klinc jih gleda
problemi so problemi bojo al pa ne
vsako tolko tudi kaks'en od njih umre vsako tolko
C'e se ti dojenc'ki smejejo v obraz ko se smejis' ti vedno s'kripa glas
ostanes' trezen s'e po dvajseti pivi gledas' v kamne in mislis' da so
z'ivi
ob dobri priliki hitro zamiz'is' ko je s'la mimo gres' za njo in jo
lovis'
c'im mine panika postane dolgoc'asno kar imajo drugi je zmeraj najbolj
krasno
Pridi pogledat v nas' novi klub sami tez'ki pacijenti vrz'eni na kup
vsakega muc'i vsaj ena tez'ava vsak bo prisegu da njegova je prava
mali karlo je z'e kot otrok skuz'u kaj je to kvalitativni preskok
samo iz mase ljudi z velikimi problemi lahko pridejo ven tako dobri
refreni
Problemi so problemi bojo in kurc jih gleda
problemi so problemi bojo in klinc jih gleda aneda
problemi so problemi bojo in klinc jih gleda seveda
problemi so problemi bojo al pa ne
vsako tolko tudi kaks'nega z'aba poz're vsako tolko

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The night of mine (Nafaka)

like a pale cracking shadow of the Moon, my night
like a thought of an infinity below a starlit arch, my night
like a murmur of distant lonely silences, my night
like a breathing dying out under the pillow of pain, my night
like an evening star trown into a well, my night
like an abyss of heigths being silenced by the bottom, my night
like shivering of hours at the edge of the knife, my night
like windy wings in unspreadness, my night
like a whisper cut off from the quivering lips, my night
like fingers weaving the webs of the reveiled, my night
like a dawn of darkness, my night

kao blijedilo iskricave sjenke Mjeseca
noc moja
kao misao beskraja pod zvjezdanim svodom
noc moja
kao vreva dalekih usamljenih tisina
noc moja
ko minulo disanje pod jastukom od bola
noc moja
kao vecernja zvijezda spustena u bunare
noc moja
kao sunovrat u visine sto ih cuti dno
noc moja
kao treperenje sati na ostrici noza
noc moja
kao klepet leprsavih krila u nesklopljenosti
noc moja
kao sapat otkinut sa uzdrhtalih usana
noc moja
kao prsti koji pletu mreze razotkrivenosti
noc moja
kao svitanje tmine
noc moja

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Strelovod

Ta dan sem z levo nogo vstal
to noc' sem res slabo spal
zjutraj ostal sem z'e spet brez z'iletk
mogoc'e s'e boljs'e, ker bi se porezal
za praznike itak jih dobil bom spet
do takrat si bom brado samo poc'esal
in ko enkrat gre vse po zlu s'e kripa zataji.
Kot, da sem streloowod za vse pizdarije sveta
kot, da sem streloowod za vse zlobne strele neba.
Ta dan bi blo boljs'e c'e nebi vstal
to noc' bi rajs'i v miru prespal
v sluz'bi me je glava bolela za vmret
in je s'efica pizdla zakaj sem zamudil
komaj sem nas'el en prosti sekret
sem moral kozlatda bi se prebudil
in ko enkrat gre vse po zlu me s'e dvojka c'aka doma.
Kot, da sem streloowod za vse pizdarije sveta
kot, da sem streloowod za vse zlobne strele neba.
Ta dan bi blo boljs'e c'e ne bi pil
to noc' bi rajs'i trezen ostal
bi se jezik ne za pletal, ne bi rdec'e ble oc'i
in bi draga razumela da sem z levo nogo vstal.
Jaz sem streloowod za vse pizdarije sveta
kot, da sem streloowod za vse zlobne strele neba

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Come in and meet my friend-Udi i upoznaj mog prijatelja

come in and meet my friend

he's got eyes of different colours
one eye is blue the other is like honey

he's got a scar somewhere beneath his heart
and the wound under the heart a bitter snake of a dream

he's got a coat and a hat on his head
the coat with two facets and the hat full of thoughts

come in and meet my friend

he knows the names of the rivers and the limits of the globe
and the salt stolen from the bottom of the sea

he knows the ribs of rocks and the whisper from the cliff
and the words hiding under the whisper

he knows all the streets all the houses at twilight
their numbers and addresses through the mother's bloodline

come in and meet my friend

he rides his thoughts like bicycles
up the hills down the slopes by the rivers and lakes

he drives his thoughts like many coloured trains
their vibrant call is layered on the rails

he leads his thoughts like caravans
so that the hot deserts don't die without water

come in and meet my friend

he loves the tramps the clowns and acrobats
the circles of fire and the walk on the wire

he loves the travellers and their suitcases
filled with memories of a step to the goal

he loves the drunkards the beggars the lost and the forgotten
who give their handful of love to the mute world

come in and meet my friend

he thinks your thoughts when you're alone
so that everyone can be there within your solitude

he thinks the thoughts of the sky when all the suns fade out

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Mogoce Me Ni

Nisem se uc'il metat na zobe da bi mogu drz'at v glavi tolko brezveznih
informacij
in tako lepo oblec'en se poc'utim kot pes v najlon vrec'ki s kanglico na
glavi
Nisem se uc'il exat enga litra vina da bi mogu zaklepat z'epe vsakih 5
minut
mislit na denar bolj kot na lastno veselje in gledat face zdolgoc'asenih
kurb
Zakaj bi vsaka budala mogla vedet kdo sem kaj si mislim in kaj delam tu
mogoc'e sem nor mogoc'e samo utrujen mogoc'e nevaren mogoc'e me niti ni
in to kar vidis' se ti samo zdi mogoc'e me ni in to kar vidis' se ti
samo
zdi mogoc'e me ni ...
Jaz sem s'e bolj neobstojen od molekule ozona in c'e spijem eno pivo paf
se spremenim v kaviar
vedno imam pri sebi lasuljo od fantoma tarzanov dez'nik in majhno opico
ki pazi na denar
nisem se uc'il metat na zobe da bi mogu drz'at v glavi tolko brezveznih
informacij
in tako lepo oblec'en se poc'utim kot pes v najlon vrec'ki s kanglico na
glavi
Zakaj bi vsaka budala mogla vedet kdo sem kaj si mislim in kaj delam tu
mogoc'e sem nor mogoc'e samo utrujen mogoc'e nevaren mogoc'e me niti ni
in to kar vidis' se ti samo zdi mogoc'e me ni in to kar vidis' se ti
samo
zdi mogoc'e me ni

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Veni, Vidi, Vadi, Via

Vidi vraga kaj ni tisto tvoj direktor
si popravlja reggicalze
in s'obi usta v ogledalce iz srebra
vidi vraga kaj ni tisto sam predsednik
v oprijeten minikrilu sredi kroga
ples'e ballo del qua qua
pazi pazi euforije, ko harmonika upic'i
eno nas'e po domac'e vsi popadajo na tla
vidi vraga kas'na srec'a na obrazih
vseh zariplih od kravate in skrivnostnega - oh
Ko ugasnejo kamere in z'arometi
petitisoc' Hz ti piska v oc'esih
najrajs'e bi se zjokal umru
in se zbudil v nebesih takrat vidis' list na drevesu
Vljudno valbljeni na ples mongoloidov?
vec' kot nas bo bolj bo veselo vsak petek pri bebotu
Novo jutro ista faca druga dus'a in ime
novo zlikana kravata in poc'esani lasje
noben se nic' ne spomni noben se ne izda
saj smo vendar fina druz'ba mi smo smetana sveta
Ko ugasnejo kamere in z'arometi
petitisoc' Hz ti piska v oc'esih
najrajs'e bi se zjokal umru
in se zbudil v nebesih takrat slis'is' prasca na radiu.
Vljudno valbljeni na ples mongoloidov?
vec' kot nas bo bolj bo veselo vsak petek pri bebotu

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Tako Zaspan

Jaz sem tako zaspan ...
bolj zaspan kot moker vulkan
bolj zaspan kot mrzel katran
C'e bi me pekli na raz'nju se mi ne bi dalo dret
c'e bi me slac'li iz koz'e se mi ne bi dalo umret
c'e bi padel z aviona ne bi mogel letel
c'e bi me moc'no segreli se ni be hotel vnet
Jaz sem ...
C'e bi me bolel zob bi zaspal od bolec'ine
c'e bi me polili s kropom bi zaspal od vroc'ine
vedno ko mi je muka zaspim dokler ne mine
jaz bi rajs'i spal kot zobal rozine
Jaz sem ...
Niti inekcija kofeina mi ne more nic' naredit
rajs'i riskiram eno uko kot da bi se dal budit
ko zjutraj ura zvoni slis'im angele v glavi
ko potekajo spopadi spim v naravi
Jaz sem tako zaspan ...
bolj kot zariban kamion bolj kot zadavljen puran
Kdor spi zlo ne misli kdor je buden naj gre spat
ne spat za volanom c'e z'e spis' pa ne divjat
Jaz sem

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Ala-ijere

Ala- Ijere!

The great land of great warriors!

Ala-ijere!

Land of great colonists soldier ants!

Ala-ijere!

Indeed, thou art established to be great!

Amongst lands! thou art a lord!

Amongst peoples, thou art a prince!

Amongst kingdoms, thou art an overlord!

In wisdom, thou art wisest!

In knowledge, thou art knowledged!

And in understanding, thou art very compassionate!

Great Ndi-ijere!

Great Eze-ijere!

Igwe-bu-ike eji echemba n-ala-ijere

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Napacen Planet

Hjuston vi hev a problem
Sem hotu povedat z'e v enem prejs'njem komadu da me je s'torklja
spustila
na napac'en planet
ampak c'udno gor al dol zdej sem pac' tukaj in ko sem lac'en moram nekaj
pojest
poklic'em znano tvrdko "halo mines'tra" in z'e zajemam sapo da bi kaj
naroc'il
a iz slus'alke ven zapiha najprej topel zrak in nizek z'enski glas tako
spregovori
To je napac'en planet
Me nic' ne zanima c'e si falu s'tevilko tukaj vroc'a linija toplarna
d.o.o.
potem je zac'ela blebetat v slus'alko ampak nisem vec' poslus'al ker
prevroc'e je bilo
kabel se je razstopil slus'alka se je vnela in soba je bla vroc'a kot
pekoc'i feferon
od moc'ne vroc'ine mi je frizura zogljjenela in z glavo polno dima sem
se
vrgu c'ez balkoon
To je napac'en planet
Sem teku v gostilno na dve veliki pivi samo bolni moz'gani bojo vedli
zakaj
ko sem pris'u nazaj so bli tam z'e gasilci raje kot da bi gasili so
postavljali mlaj
frajerji se grejo gasilsko veselico a vroc'ina leze iz his'e z roz'o v
laseh
kaj zdaj poslus'as' pesem al gledas' televizjo z'e vidim da bom mogu
refren
ponovit
To je napac'en planet napac'en planeet

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Na dan kada naucimo kako ulice dobijaju imena

I zaronimo u geometriju oštrih slijepih uglova
Što žive svoje živote izmedu dva sna
Milimetri snage mogu se istopiti
U mapama i stazama
Muzejima na raskršcu
U semaforima što bespomocno trepcu
Kad želje bilborduju staze do pakla
U slike obmane grube zabave za posjetioce što kažu
Mi smo sad fini pristojni ljudi
Više ne gledamo kako mecka igra
Probadana žaracem
Jer smo saznali bol njenog makabra
Ali ipak smo stavili rukavice
Otišli do njenog Zoo vrta
Tražeci da nam da intervju
Iako nikad ni rijec nije rekla

Na dan kada naucimo kako ulice dobijaju imena
Ispisuje se jedan aforizam bola
Što hrani se na kraju redova
I stiska adresu remek djelo
On pulsira 'mjesta molim mjesta da pokucam
Bez imena mrtva ste ulica
Došao sam da zaplacem kraj zvona na vratima
Što zvoni spram putujeceg prodavca snova
Što došao je samo da pozdravi majku
Jer danas ne prodaje ništa
Cak ni Boga za mjesecni prihod
Nijedan recept za srecniji život
Danas je došao da pita spavace sobe na spratu
O malom djecaku što mokrio je u krevet
I skrivao svoje košmare pod dušek
I matrici dizajniranoj što živi u kutiji za igracke
Medu jednonogim olovnim vojnicima
Kraj lutke djevojcice sa šibicama
Obešcašcene pod Božicnom jelkom'

Na dan kada naucimo kako ulice dobijaju imena
Vozovi stanu zanijemili na šinama
Slijepi se putnici iskrcavaju peroni pucaju
Trgovi se crvene od paradajz revolucija
Što flertuju sa metaforama krvi
Bare podojene majkom hrabrošcu
Isparavaju u sušama južnih zraka
I vracaju se sa rodama što ne radaju djecu

Na dan kada naucimo kako ulice dobijaju imena
Zidovi stružu svoju farbu suzno tražeci
Boju necijih ociju u svakoj zidanost da udave
I apokalipticno kripticni grafiti

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La Chronique Ascendante des Ducs de Normandie

Mil chent et soisante anz out de temps et d'espace
puiz que Dex en la Virge descendi par sa grace,
quant un clerc de Caen, qui out non Mestre Vace,
s'entremist de l'estoire de Rou et de s'estrasce,
qui conquist Normendie, qui qu'en poist ne qui place,
contre l'orgueil de France, qui encor les menasce,
que nostre roi Henri la congnoissë et sace.
Qui gaires n'a de rentes ne gaires n'en porcache ;
mez avarice a frait a largesce sa grace,
ne peut lez mainz ouvrir, plus sont gelez que glace, .
ne sai ou est reposte, ne truiz train ne trace;
qui ne soit losengier ne encort liu ne place,
a plusors i fait on la cue lovinace.
Ce ne fu mie el temps Virgile ne Orace
ne el temps Alixandre ne Cesar ne Estace,
lores avoit largesce vertu et efficace.
Du roi Henri voil faire ceste premiere page,
qui prist Alianor, dame de haut parage,
Dex doinst a ambedeuls de bien faire courage!
Ne me font mie rendre a la court le musage,
de dons et de pramesses chascun d' euls m' asouage ;
mez besoing vient souvent qui tost sigle et tost nage,
et souvent me fait meitre le denier et le gage.
France est Alienor et debonnaire et sage ;
roÿne fu de France en son premier aage,
Looÿs l' espousa qui out grant mariage;
en Jerusalem furent en lonc pelerinage,
assez y traist chescun travail et ahanage,
Quant reparriez s' en furent, par conseil du barnage
s' em parti la roÿne o riche parentage;
de cele departie n'out elle nul damage ;
a Poitiers s'en ala, son naturel manage,
n'i out plus prochain heir qu'el fu de son lignage.
Li roiz Henri la prist o riche mariage,
cil qui tint Engleterre et la terre marage
entre Espaingne et Escosce, de rivage en rivage ;
grant parole est de lui et de son vasselage,
des felons qu'il destraint comme oysel clos en cage ;
n' a baron en sa terre o si grant herbergage
qui ost le pais enfraindre em plein ne en boscage,
se il peut estre ataint, n'et des membres hontage,
ou qu'il n'i lest le cors ou l' ame en ostage.

La geste voil de Rou et dez Normanz conter,
lors faiz et lor proësce doi je bien recorder.
Les boisdies de France ne font mie a celer,
tout tens voudrent Franchoiz Normanz desheriter
et tout tens se penerent d' euls vaincre et d'els grever,
et quant Franceiz nes porent par force sormonter
par plusors tricheries lez soulent agraver ;

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Pljuvam Skozi Okno

Pljuvam skozi okno in gledam kam pljunec leti
sonce zahaja nekje dalec' grmi vidim tvoj pogled kako v prazno brez
volje
lez'i
v dimu cigarete se tudi moj razmegli
Z'e tretji dan dez'uje in mene glava boli
si kdaj vidu kako kac'a trpi valja se v vroc'ini kjer je vedno lepo bilo
poletje brez vec'erov je kot belo zlato

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Where I have ceased/Tamo gdje sam stala

Where I have ceased the morning will move on
I'll recognise the down by the drops of rain
I want to watch the sun as if it were the first time
I want to watch the sky as if it were the last

Where I have ceased the waters will move away
The thought of a dropp will be burnt in endlessness
There will remain a misty memery dewed
Of drinking to the bottom

Where I ceased the life will move on
The roads will be remembered from the fountain prime
I'll write the paths in hundeds of ways
At the bottom of my own eyes

Tamo gdje sam stala nastavice jutro
Po kišnim kapima prepoznacu svitanje
Hocu da gledam sunce kao da je prvi put
Hocu da gledam nebo kao da je posljednji

Tamo gdje sam stala ugasice se voda
Spržice se misao kapi u beskraju
Ostace maglovito zorom orošeno sjecanje
Na ispijanje do dna

Tamo gdje sam stala nastavice život
Sa iskonskog vrela pamtice se putevi
Na sto nacina ispisacu staze
Na dnu sopstvenih ociju

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Fremad!

Fremad! frem, I danske Drenge!
Husk, I værne maae
Danmark, deiligst Vang og Vænge,
Blomst paa Havets Blaa.
Værne skulle I med Staalet
Danmarks Ret og Modersmaalet,
Saa det aldrig glemmes siden.
Gud er med i Striden!

Ærlighed til Skjold I føre!
Fjenderne I slaae,
Saa at det for Verdens Øre
Rigtigt runge maa.
Under Kampen Sværdet raade,
Efter Kampen Mildhed, Naade!
Fremad! frem, I danske Drenge,
Værner Vang og Vænge.

poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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A Death-Day Recalled

Beeny did not quiver,
Juliot grew not gray,
Thin Valency's river
Held its wonted way.
Bos seemed not to utter
Dimmest note of dirge,
Targan mouth a mutter
To its creamy surge.

Yet though these, unheeding,
Listless, passed the hour
Of her spirit's speeding,
She had, in her flower,
Sought and loved the places -
Much and often pined
For their lonely faces
When in towns confined.

Why did not Valency
In his purl deplore
One whose haunts were whence he
Drew his limpid store?
Why did Bos not thunder
Targan apprehend
Body and breath were sunder
Of their former friend?

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We made them dance

This is how I made you
I took the fibres of black
Spread the twinkling of my heart
Across your body
To make the most beautiful night in the world
I spinned it round and round
Made it dance the river dance
Made it dance the morning dance
Made it dance the evening dance
I made it dance

This is how you made me
You took the fibres of red
Spread the beating of your blood
Across my body
To make the most beautiful love in the world
You spinned it round and round
Made it dance the dance of your seed
Made it dance the dance of your touch
Made it dance the dance of your breath
You made it dance

That's why
The eagle was flying
The sea was foaming
The ground was singing
Children were laughing
Fires were burning
Across the hearths

We made them dance

Ovako sam te stvorila
Uzeh tkanice crnog
I prosuh treptaje svog srca niz tvoje tijelo
Da stvorim najljepšu noc ovoga svijeta
Zavrtjeh je ukrug ukrug
Da pleše ples rijeke
Da pleše ples jutra
Da pleše ples veceri
Da pleše

Ovako si me stvorio
Uze tkanice crvenog
Prosu otkucaj svoje krvi niz moje tijelo
Da stvoriš najljepšu ljubav ovoga svijeta
Zavrtio je ukrug ukrug
Da pleše ples tvog sjemena
Da pleše ples tvog dodira

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Sergio

Sergio iz trsta je bil dobro ohranjen dec'ko za svojih 60 let njegov
modri fiat jih je imel pol manj
a jih ni kazal vec' kot 10 z vranje c'rno lasuljo in sonc'nimi oc'ali je
v
temi zgledal kot james bond
edina omembe vredna stvar v njegovem z'ivljenju je bil en moc'en
karambol
Sergio sergio sergio trz'as'ki james bond
Za portoros'ko noc' je povleku iz predala veriz'ico in zlat brac'allet
poleg
ribe z'ensk in vina
si je hotu privos'c'it tudi lep ognjemet ko je s fiatom divjal je iz
auspuha pus'c'al meglo da so tudi
ptic'i mogli pristat a na ostrem nepreglednem ovinku se je zgodil tisti
usodni preobrat
Sergio sergio sergio trz'as'ki james bond
Je spustu gas in potegnu roc'no so gume zacvilile ga odneslo je boc'no
je
eno s'toparko vidu in jo
hotu pobrat je vrgu v brzino zac'el rikverc divjat nasproti je
pripeljala
uc'iteljca v oker
kalimerotu in vrgla ven oc'i 200 tonski s'leper za sergiotom je probal
nekaj bremzat ampak ni blo
kaj naredit
Sergio sergio sergio trz'as'ki james bond
Poc'ilo je ravno v trenutku ko je v portoroz'u zac'el ognjemet oc'evidci
so
povedali da je mille-tre
letel vis'e od raket 4 mesece kasneje so mlladi biologi opazili
nenavaden
fenomen galeba s
sonc'nimi oc'ali nekaj c'rnega mu je viselo prek ramen
Sergio sergio sergio trz'as'ki james bond

song performed by Zmelkoow
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Quite Subsidiary / Sasvim Pritocno

diary pages i never wrote
due to some unknown individual intuition
a friend once explained to me
which i never really understood
they keep oozing in front of my eyes
a trailer from a movie long forgot
a midsummer's heat
pronounced at the tip of my tongue
that does not remember the language
but is ready to outriver the numbers
sliding down the covers
there's a painting perhaps
that i've never been up to
and i will never paint
a draft made of eyes and ears void
staring right at me from the broken sky
that knows each piece of its shatteredness
foretold by the mirror
i normally use to put lipstick only
or merely draft my eyes so as not to forget them
by the end of the day
and each time my fingers prolong into keyboards
there's a music played unheard humming oou of debris
the world would say it's time for itself to die
in the meaning of each word that's uttered about it
stubbornly defending its unutteredness
that always shakes me into an earthquake speech
and just like an earthquake i cannot stand still
there are too many cracks i made and need to fill

sascim pritocno
stranice dnevnika koje nikad nisam ispisala
zahvaljujuci jednoj individualnoj intuiciji
koju mi je prijatelj jednom objasnio
a nikad je nisam razumjela
cure mi pred ocima
trejler iz filma davno zaboravljenog
Jovanjdanja vrelina
izgovorena na vrhu jezika
koja je zaboravila jezik
ali je spremna da nadrijeci brojeve
što klize niz korice
postoji moždajedna slika
kojoj nikad nisam bila dorasla
koju nikad necu naslikati
slika napravljena od ociju i ušiju jaza
koja me posmatra pravo iz slomljenog neba
koje poznaje svaki komadic svoje polomljenosti
obrecene ogledalom

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poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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This World Is Your Brainchild (Unite Unite Europe)

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
From Africa to Asia from Australia to America
Are you still taking on your morning boots
Your Nazisms Communisms
Your Democratic Simulacrae Civilisms
Your Natio-Philic and Open Society of your Voids
To run over the world once again
And spit into the face of Atlas
You neatly construed in a plundered haiku
Within a tanka syllable an open cave
Of Plato's anxiety
You performed at the botox party
Among the fields of deceptions
That you plough up and down your face
You fat burned
Casting fat of your own greed into a river oblivion
And the river doesn't want it
You minced at the bottom of all the values
Like GM meat glued to the bones of a hungry child
What's that watching you within a graffiti
On the wall of shame

Ti samozvana majko svih civilizacija i kultura
Djevojko plavih očiju što boju neba ne pamtiš
Ljuljaš li još kontinente u svojoj kolijevci
Sa pipcima od Afrike do Azije od Australije do Amerike
Obuvaš li jutrom još uvijek svoje ćizme
Svoje nacizme komunizme
Svoja demokratska simulakra civilizme
Svoja nacio-filstva otvoreno društvo svojih ponora
Još jednom da zgaziš svijet
I pljuneš u lice Atlasa
Uredno složena u poharani haiku
U slogu tanke razjapljena pećina
Platonovog nespokojstva
Ti odrađena na botoks zabavi
Niz njive siulakruma što ih po licu brazdaš
Ti masnoćom izgorena
Što masnoću sopstvene pohlepe
Bacaš u rijeku zaborava a ona je neće
Ti samljevena u dnu vrijednosti
Kao GM meso zalijeljeno za kosti gladnog djeteta
Šta te grafitom posmatra na zidu srama?

©Miroslava Odalovic

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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El Meod Na'ala

El meod na'ala akadem panav
Beshira utehila avo limonav
El meod na'ala akadem panav
Beshira utehila avo limonav
Ki miMoshe veAharon
Yovileni lemishkenotav
Ki miMoshe veAharon
Yovileni lemishkenotav
Hoshaa mimaal veishma koli
Veishlach mimaal veyaazor li
Hoshaa mimaal veishma koli
Veishlach mimaal veyaazor li
Ki miMoshe veAharon
Yovileni lemishkenotav
Ki miMoshe veAharon
Yovileni lemishkenotav

song performed by Orphaned Land
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