Ništa ti moje neće zameriti
Nema šta
Ništa od onog što jesam i nisam
Pred tobom
Sa tobom
U neprekidnom nizu nula i jedinica
Gde stavljaš razmak
Koju sivu biraš
Između tek i već
U koji svet odlaziš
Kad si nigde
U koji ram
Spakuješ ono što ostane posle ništa
Ako postoji jedno veliko ništa
Postoji li onda malo
Manje
Najmanje
Ono koje ne osećaš
A opet
Kako da pustim to ništa
Kad je sve ono što jesam i nisam
Pred tobom
Sa tobom
Stills of winter In the volumes of unlaughed Untested or untold Where do they go Do they cling to the air Or make a loop of their own Where the cold ends Does it end at all Or is it a secret known As Chekhov once wrote To the migrating birds only and sole Migrating birds that flock as one Or take wing alone Breathless yet unwavering To reach what they remember once was As a desire caught up in a freeze frame In silence, in all its burden and despair In a standstill Out in the cold Stills of winter Where do they go
Prodaj mi priču
znam da možeš
makar još jednom
i tako svaki put
Prodaj mi priču
na jeziku koji će srušiti
neki novi Vavilon
U prozi ili stihu
u par reči koje još nisam čula
U taktovima
koje još nisam otplesala
Prodaj mi priču
izmisli nešto
zamisli nešto
Neću je tražiti među redovima
onih koje sam pročitala
ili već čula
Prodaj mi priču
sad kad više ni u šta ne verujem
makar još jednom
i tako svaki put
Les couleurs de janvier
ont tendance à se dissoudre
dans le noir et blanc
et toutes les nuances entre eux deux
Tu peux trouver ça bizarre
ennuyeux, aussi
Mais dans ces nuances
reposent tous les ooohs et aaahs
Tous les mots
toutes les pensées
tous les bonjours
et bonnes nuits
Y a-t-il une évasion tellement
en noir et blanc
dans cette nuit
plein de soupirs
La neige est blanche
la nuit est noire
Entre eux tu trouveras
toutes les couleurs
la lumière pourrait donner
As if the world is not enough As if life is just like Not even alike Until another dawn dares to peek Freshly ironed white sleeve And the stain you can’t remove Breaking bad with a halo above your head All the wrongs you’re about to shred Tell the story of longing Of routine bites you can’t bear to chew Would it be right or would it be you Would it reverse the point of no return To a breaking point I’m bound not to disappoint Or leave in times of hard You see, it’s with you I’m intertwined Whispers in my mind Playing wild tonight In a spiral of pictures Glued inside my eyelids As if the world is not enough Nothing seems complete Nothing seems real Except you In all the colours skies could imagine