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Mother Night
I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other.
Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat,
Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best,
Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.
I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning,
How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me,
And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart,
And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.
Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth,
And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own,
And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own,
And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers,
And that a kelson of the creation is love,
And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields,
And brown ants in the little wells beneath them,
And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heap'd stones, elder, mullein and poke-weed.
(Walt Whitman)
"prijatelj i ja sedimo na klupi
gledamo zvezde
slušamo vesti što su upravo stigle
kažu da imamo
još samo par godina za nas
imali smo igračke i živeli smo sve
sve one igre na sreću
one igre za ljude
što je smislio neko
pre samo par godina za nas
da li znaš kako želim da te nađem
da li znaš šta treba da znam
voli me kako nikad nisi volela
voli me onako kako nikad nisi volela
voli me onako kako nikad nisi volela
živimo u pričanju, branimo se, hodamo i slavimo
neke bezvezne stvari
neke bezvezne priče
što je smislio neko
u samo par godina za nas
nisu dovoljne reči, samo obične reči
da me vrate u život
nije dovoljan dodir
ni da znam da te imam
još samo par godina za nas
voli me onako kako nikad nisi volela
voli me onako kako nikad nisi volela
raste kao nada, kao more, kao govor
kao pokret, kao zora, kao dete, kao krv
kao želja među nama
raste kao bol
i grize sve pred našim očima
voli me onako kako nikad nisi volela
voli me onako kako nikad nisi volela"
"In my Dreams I was drowning my Sorrows
But my Sorrows have learnt to Swim
Surrounding me Going down on me
Spilling over the Brim
In Waves of Regret Waves of Joy
I reached out for the one
I tried to Destroy
You, you said you'd wait
Until the end of the world."