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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=462260" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Quite Subsidiary / Sasvim Pritocno</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">diary pages i never wrote<br>due to some unknown individual intuition<br>a friend once explained to me<br>which i never really understood<br>they keep oozing in front of my eyes<br>a trailer from a movie long forgot<br>a midsummer's heat <br>pronounced at the tip of my tongue<br>that does not remember the language<br>but is ready to outriver the numbers<br>sliding down the covers<br>there's a painting perhaps<br>that i've never been up to<br>and i will never paint<br>a draft made of eyes and ears void<br>staring right at me from the broken sky<br>that knows each piece of its shatteredness<br>foretold by the mirror<br>i normally use to put lipstick only<br>or merely draft my eyes so as not to forget them<br>by the end of the day<br>and each time my fingers prolong into keyboards<br>there's a music played unheard humming oou of debris<br>the world would say it's time for itself to die<br>in the meaning of each word that's uttered about it<br>stubbornly defending its unutteredness<br>that always shakes me into an earthquake speech<br>and just like an earthquake i cannot stand still<br>there are too many cracks i made and need to fill</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>sascim pritocno<br>stranice dnevnika koje nikad nisam ispisala<br>zahvaljujuci jednoj individualnoj intuiciji<br>koju mi je prijatelj jednom objasnio<br>a nikad je nisam razumjela<br>cure mi pred ocima<br>trejler iz filma davno zaboravljenog<br>Jovanjdanja vrelina<br>izgovorena na vrhu jezika<br>koja je zaboravila jezik<br>ali je spremna da nadrijeci brojeve<br>što klize niz korice<br>postoji moždajedna slika<br>kojoj nikad nisam bila dorasla<br>koju nikad necu naslikati<br>slika napravljena od ociju i ušiju jaza<br>koja me posmatra pravo iz slomljenog neba<br>koje poznaje svaki komadic svoje polomljenosti<br>obrecene ogledalom<br>što ga obicno koristim samo da bih stavila ruž<br>ili skicirala svoje oci<br>da ih ne zaboravim do kraja dana<br>i svaki put kad mi se prsti izduže u klavijature<br>stvara se necujna muzika što pjevuši iz srce<br>svijet bi rekao da mu je vrijeme da umre<br>u znacenju svake rijeci koja je o njemu izrecena<br>uporno braneci svoju neizrecivost<br>koja me uvijek protrese u govor zemljotresa<br>i baš kao zemljotres ne mogu da stojim mirno<br>ima previše pukotina koje sam stvorila<br>a moram da ih popunim</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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due to some unknown individual intuition
a friend once explained to me
which i never really understood
they keep oozing in front of my eyes
a trailer from a movie long forgot
a midsummer's heat 
pronounced at the tip of m..."></div>
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