Report – four2five

Since the Moon left the Filed everything changed somehow. Dark nights are cold and Silence became the only melody one can hear. I don’t complain. I am rebel by nature so sometimes, when I feel inspired, I sit on the bench in the backyard and compose a song for some distanced star. Living here is like a sleep. Every day is a new dream and you never know what tomorrow could bring.

a bunch of letters
unopened on the table
waiting for someone

I drew all around
secret paths in the backyard
the cunning signposts

***

Od kada je Mesec napustio Polje, sve se nekako promenilo. Tamne noći su hladne, a Tišina je postala jedina melodija koja se može čuti. Ne bunim se. Po prirodi sam buntovnik pa ponekad, kada sam inspirisana, sednem na klupu u dvorištu i iskomponujem neku pesmu za neku od dalekih zvezda. Život ovde je kao spavanje. Svaki dan je novi san i nikada ne znaš šta će sutra doneti.

gomila pisama
neotovrenih na stolu
čeka na nekoga

iscrtala sam svuda
tajne staze u dvorištu
lukavi putokazi

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