Rock me baby
I can part with anything . Mine. In material terms. That what was my treasure. Memories. I got them for a whole tanker. From the matches with whom someone I loved used to light up his cigarette, to the napkin…
I can part with anything . Mine. In material terms. That what was my treasure. Memories. I got them for a whole tanker. From the matches with whom someone I loved used to light up his cigarette, to the napkin…
I took a day off. I put on a flaunting, floral T-shirt, a narrow skirt, on the feet half-womanly shoes. I removed the entire surplus from the bag: pencil-box – no, I won't draw, notebook-nor write, or write down passing…
They're telling me their stories. Friends, relatives, people in the tram, lady from the recycling yard ready for the ball dance, bank clerk, tomcat in jeans . After two minutes, only two minutes, they tell me all the truth about…
Pričaju mi svoje priče. Prijatelji, rodbina, ljudi u tramvaju, teta s glomaznog spremna za bal, službenica u banci, mačak u trapericama. Nakon dvije minute, samo dvije minute, ispričaju mi sve istine o sebi, i ono što nikad ne bi rekli,…
Svega se mogu odreći. Svog. Svoga. U materijalnom vidu. Onoga što je bilo moje blago. Uspomene. Imam ih za cijeli tanker. Od šibica s kojima je netko koga sam voljela palio cigaru, do salvete u koju je utisnuo neki drugi…