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Hrvoje Pejakovic
KLATNO
{SC}PENDULUM {/SC}It’s time, you say.
To throw a dice. Not to
throw a dice. Any
morning framed by the window. Destiny
or any other of the possible expressions
that we kept on the palms of our hands.
(In the heart of the act of falling, the darker half of the scream).
© Translation: 2003, Sibila Petlevski
KLATNO
KLATNO
Vrijeme je, kazes.Baciti kocku. Ne
baciti kocku. Bilo koje
jutro u prozoru. Sudbina
ili bilokoja od rijeci
sto smo ih drzali na dlanu.
(U srcu pada, tamnijoj polovici vriska).
© 1987, Hrvoje Pejakovic
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KLATNO
Vrijeme je, kazes.Baciti kocku. Ne
baciti kocku. Bilo koje
jutro u prozoru. Sudbina
ili bilokoja od rijeci
sto smo ih drzali na dlanu.
(U srcu pada, tamnijoj polovici vriska).
KLATNO
{SC}PENDULUM {/SC}It’s time, you say.
To throw a dice. Not to
throw a dice. Any
morning framed by the window. Destiny
or any other of the possible expressions
that we kept on the palms of our hands.
(In the heart of the act of falling, the darker half of the scream).
© 2003, Sibila Petlevski
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