clothes are usually white.
I’m lifting lighter weights with my left and my right hand.
I’m ugly, that is why I’m laughing at your face,
because the sun goes up and the sun goes down
the guards are changing and their footsteps
are gently swinging you inside the sheets
and healing you from the unconsciousness.  
where the azure and the memory begin,
the reason stops, everybody knows that.
today the scale is empty, just like on any other day,
but its arm throbs between the two dead,
shiny lips as it used to do.
x = x
into a plastic bag and onto the garbage heap,
you will throw away my big heart,
unless it snows again today
I have completely forgotten
all your good habits.
if everybody should indeed become somebody for fifteen minutes,
we have exactly three quarters of an hour
to shoot ourselves.
with water guns.

< x = x >

rublje je uglavnom bijelo.
lijevom i desnom dižem lakše utege.
ružan sam, zato ti se smijem.
zato što sunce izlazi i zalazi
mijenjaju se straže čiji te koraci
zibaju u posteljini i
liječe od nesvjestice.
tamo gdje počinju modrina i pamćenje
prestaje razum, svatko to zna.
na vagi ni danas nema ničega
ali kazaljka kao i nekada
pulsira između dvije mrtve, svijetle usnice.
x = x
u plastičnu vrećicu pa na smeće
ćeš ti s mojim velikim srcem
samo ako i danas ne bude snijega.
potpuno sam smetnuo s uma
sve tvoje dobre navike.
ako doista svatko bude petnaest minuta netko
imamo točno tričetvrt sata za
ustrijeliti se.
revolverom na vodu.