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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=461939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hello, my name is Sarah</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My name is Sarah<br>I am the one who is not<br>Who never is<br>These are the hands for my embraces<br>Mutilated in emptiness<br>Husked in the rings at twilight I take off<br>And throw into the dark.<br>They are writing a history of a plastic toy<br>Buried in the tombs of childhood<br>That never grew towards a cradle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My name is Sarah<br>I am the one who is trying to be<br>These are the feet for my steps.<br>Frozen in the paths<br>Tied by tinkling jewelerry<br>At twilight I take off<br>And throw into the dark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They walk the streets that there are no more<br>The streets trodden by mere silhouettes of paths<br>They go down the wells<br>To strangle in them<br>A swimming hope for the end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My name is Sarah.<br>I am the one who wants.<br>This is the neck for your hands.<br>Slightly touch.<br>It's tied in thousands of necklaces<br>At twilight I take off<br>And throw into the dark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The darkness greedily eats<br>The circles I push the dreams into<br>I let it touch.<br>It's all right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My name is Sarah.<br>I am the one who does not consent.<br>This is the hair for my plaits.<br>The silver ribbons<br>And shiny pearls at twilight I take off<br>And throw it into the dark.<br>It's all right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have broken all the rules<br>I have broken cliches<br>Magic circles<br>I tore the pages<br>On which<br>They try to write my fate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am Sarah<br>I am the one who is not<br>I am the one who is always <br>Only trying to be<br>I am the one who wants<br>I am the one who does not consent<br>I am always eternity tied<br>In pouring moments<br>I am the hope died for the end<br>I am the one who wants to understand<br>I am the one who does not always understand<br>But I AM.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moje ime je Sara. <br>Ja sam ona koja nisam, <br>koja nikada nisam. <br>Ovo su ruke za moje zagrljaje. <br>Osakacene prazninom. <br>Okrunjene u prstenju koje sumrakom skidam<br>i u tmine bacam.<br>One pisu istoriju plasticne igracke<br>sahranjene u grobovima djetinjstva<br>koje nije doraslo do kolijevke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Zovem se Sara.<br>Ja sam ona koja pokusava da bude. <br>Ovo su stopala za moje korake.<br>Ukocene putevima.<br>Vezana zveketavim nakitom<br>koji sumrakom skidam i u tmine bacam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ona hodaju nepostojecim ulicama<br> kojima gaze jos samo prividi staza. <br>Silaze u bunare <br>da u njima udave <br>proplivalu nadu za kraj.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Moje ime je Sara. <br>Ja sam ona koja bi htjela.<br>Ovo je vrat za vase ruke.<br>Dotaknite lagano.<br>Vezan je hiljadama lancica<br>koje sumrakom skidam<br>i u tmine bacam. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ona jedu halapljivo, <br> krugove u koje sazimam snove<br> dozvoljavam da dira.<br> Neka je.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Zovem se Sara.<br> Ja sam ona koja ne pristaje.<br> Ovo je kosa za moje pletenice.<br> U njima trake od srebra<br> i bisere sjajne sumrakom skidam<br> i u tmine bacam. Neka ih.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Prekrsila sam sva pravila.<br> Razbila klise, <br> zacarane krugove, <br> pocijepala stranice<br> na kojima mi ispisuju sudbinu.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ja sam Sara.<br> Ja sam ona koja nisam.<br> Ja sam ona koja uvijek<br> samo pokusavam da budem.<br> Ja sam ona koja hoce.<br> Ja sam ona koja ne pristaje.<br> Ja sam uvijek, <br>vjecnoscu stegnuta <br>u sipljive trenutke. Ja sam nada<br> umrla za kraj. <br>Ja sam ona koja hoce da razumije.<br> Ja sam ona koja ne razumije uvijek.<br> Ali JESAM.</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>
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I am the one who is not
Who never is
These are the hands for my embraces
Mutilated in emptiness
Husked in the rings at twilight I take off
And throw into the dark.
They are writing a history of a plastic toy
Buried in the tombs of..."></div>
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