miris vrućeg asfalta lijepi se za nove japanke u Å¡etnji gradom pored rijeke u oku – oko previÅ¡e su tamne naoÄale u ruci sladoled bez arome rijeka prolazi kraj mene pozdravlja Å¡eÅ¡irom utopljenika na pjeÅ¡aÄkom mostu žene glasno tjeraju mladića
the smell of the hot asphalt is pasting onto my new flip-flops during the walk in the town by the river in eye - an eye the glasses are too dark in the hand, flavorless ice cream the river is passing me by greeting with a hat the drowned one on a pedestrian bridge, some women are loudly urging the young man
to his last jump.
Last validated or edited by lilian canale - 22 December 2009 17:34