Bosanski lonac
Ima dana kada ne znam što bih kuhala ( a kuhati se mora). Prevrćem po svojoj nutrini, crijevima i gluha sam za njihove ideje. Uzimam „Kupusaru“- kućnu kuharicu ( coolinarika ne pomaže) i čitam redom tražeći idealan recept, zgoditak…
Nomen est omen
Such are Masters! Busy. Inconsiderate. Skilful. They do not know with what is not their trade. They do not know with flowers. Their hands are too rough although they create the thiniest lines and landscapes. Their nose is clogged with…
Nomen est omen
Takvi su majstori ! Vješti. Zaposleni. Bezobzirni. Ne znaju s onim što nije njihov zanat. Ne znaju sa cvijećem. Ruke su im pregrube premda stvaraju najtanje linije i krajobraze. Nos im je začepljen od mirisa boja. Korjenje noktiju izjedeno od…
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…
Kramer is Kramer
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…
Starry starry night
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…
Starry starry night
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,…
Rock me baby
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…
Kramer je kramer
Uzela sam si slobodan dan. Odjenula lepršavu, cvijetnu majcu, uski šosić, na noge poluženske cipele. Iz torbe izvadila sve viškove: pernica- ne neću crtati, tekica- ni pisati, ni zapisivati usputne rečenice. Nož, škare, žicu spustila na šank i s torbom…
To a Friend
Everybody should have a friend. At least one. Someone for themselves. With whom one can be silent and hunt snowflakes. With whom one becomes and ends. Who can be found within oneself and in whom one is found. Someone who…