Utamničena lepota


U bronzi je živu izliše

u tri sloja, jedne noći tartarske.

Utamničena lepota iščeznula je

u zagrljaju Ereba.

Helena, Helena, pojela te intriga…

Ovo je smrt, ali ne ona čista,

već beštija, prljava i pokvarena,

delo osvete ljubomornih žena.

Ukrstiše nam se putevi, Nemesis,

sad se komešaju kao voda,

u ustima mi ukus čemera

za vreme pređašnje i vreme buduće.

Dok gola ležim među četiri zida

Gnječeći rane tela okovanog

Iz talasa izranja slepa i gola, al’ čedna istina.

Život je zlo a lepota podmukla.

Trojanke, brade ratničke!

Kroz mitove, smrt moja biće večno sećanje

na izbačene, ubledele jagodice,

na fijasko lišen Sunca.

Smrt!

Malokrvna,

sažvakana,

lepa, silom zaklonjena.

Koža besom zažarena

Zapalila morske oči,

Zvezda otplovi

u BESKRAJ.

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Author: Leila Samarrai

I am a person of Himalayan seclusion, I am Atalanta in vestments of Helen of Troy, for me there is no term (aphorism there is, maybe). Cosmopolitan is too modest word for one who wanders across epochs without the help of the time machine. Some people consider me weird, because usually this is so when they do not understand something or someone that do not represent their existence. I love cats, an animals in general, I like challenges, I am persistent, I am combative (sometimes I can exaggerate in that - in all) If I were stylistic figure my mortal name would be Hyperbole. Read me. Know me. Conquer me :)

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