 | Ilija Šaula | |
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detail from: KRK Art dizajn
In a plate without honey
I endured touches teasing my past
I should have confessed, to be punished
I didn't have the pride to look the disfigured in the eyes
They was stretch my past into nothingness.
Tired of their arrogance, I began to forgive
In the pile of memories stood the showcases from the heavenly room
In one of them I saw a castle under a curtain of ivy.
High above a castle stood someone's hands
I saw light in the second display case
The door opened and the light became dark.
People coming out of the bodies that were being divided
I was pressed down by a huge boat filled with sooty nothingness
I was disappearing into the abyss whose waters baptized the last heartless
A brainwashed ship sailed toward the horizon.
The sun was rising a little crooked
The tree still provided shade
both for the intendant and the woodcutter.
