<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=461823" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cyclic dance of the entrance (Nafaka)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">a silk made fabric beyond the arch<br>like a scarf made of stars<br>the smell of the snow through October and the wind<br>the street I live in smells of bad perfume<br>the house I live carries a damp smell<br>the treetops my birds live in <br>shoke all of their nests<br>will there remain any trace<br>the graves will sing the way the cradles can? <br>a silk made fabric beyond the arch<br>like a scarf made of stars<br>will be torn by night? <br>the moon will start dancing beyond the arch<br>the dance of love and hate<br>pain and bliss<br>cyclic dance of the entrance</div><div style="margin:10px 0">nad svodom tkanina svilena<br>ko marama satkana od zvijezda<br>brise pred sobom<br>miris snijega kroz oktobar i vjetar<br>brise pred sobom<br>ulicu u kojoj zivim mirise na lose parfeme<br>brise pred sobom<br>kucu u kojoj stanujem mirise na memle</div><div style="margin:10px 0">krosnje u kojima stanuju moje ptice<br>stresle su sva gnijezda<br>dali ce ostati tragovi<br>dali ce propjevati grobovi<br>kao sto placu kolijevke<br>nad svodom tkanina svilena<br>ko marama satkana od zvijezda<br>pocijepace je noc<br>nad svodom vec zaigra Mjesec<br>vjecnu igru ljubavi i mrznje<br>radosti i bola<br>ciklicni ples ulaska<br>vjecnu dramu ulaska</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Miroslava+Odalovic">Miroslava Odalovic</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=461823" data-title="Cyclic dance of the entrance (Nafaka) de Miroslava Odalovic" data-description="a silk made fabric beyond the arch like a scarf made of stars the smell of the snow through October and the wind the street I live in smells of bad perfume the house I live carries a damp smell the treetops my birds live in shoke all of their nes..."></div> </div> </div>

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