ToxidoNight is changing into day. City lights are switching off. Long,empty streets. I walk and my infinitude is cutting me in half. I lay down at the foot of the sky-scraper. I wish someone were here. The tenants are coming out still dreamy, smelling like coffee. When they se me lying, my legs spread and my eyes full of lon- ing, they halt with wide open eyes. The coldness of concrete freezes my bones. Maybe all is in vain. An elderly man approa- ches, a bag in his hand, and diffidently asks: would you come to my place. I say no, let’s do it here, so i can watch the rows of bells and the lists tenants while you penetrate me. He lea- ves; the coldness and humidity of the early morning give me shudders. I pick up my rags. Nobody else comes out. My desire for utter pain is crazy. Is it… |
ToxidoNoc prelazi u dan, Gradska svjetla Se gase. Duga, prazna ulica,Hodam, i moja me beskonacnost presjeca napola. U dnu nebodera legnem. Zelim nekog. Stanari izlaze, jos sneni sa mirisom kave. Kada ugledaju mene, lezecu, sa rasirenim nogama i ocima punima ceznje, zastanu, razgorace oci. Hladnoca betona mi ledi krsta. Mozda je sve uzalud. Pride mi straiji covjek sa kesicom u ruci i bojazljivo veli: hocete li k meni. Kazem: ne ntjele bih vas ovdje da mogu gledati redove zvonaca i spisak stanara dok ulazi- te u mene. Ode. Hladnoca i vlaga ranog jutra me tresu. Pokupim svoje prnje. Vise nitko ne izlazi. Moja zelja za krajn jim bolom je luda. Da li… |
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