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This is one of those days when I am fed up with myself. I am turning and drowning in the faceless crowd and useless facts that I serve to myself on a silver plate from which I don't want anything else to take. And these faces existing around me, which I can recognize because I let them close enough, and some acts that affect me in a certain moment, I brood over it too much, out of fear of disappointment, or lack of good judgment. I hear you pronounce simple questions „What do you want? How are you?" Silently I tout, leaving the wrong impression. I find it difficult to give a meaningful answer, and while I contemplate about

Original: Ponekad u noći, pred zadnje sklapanje umornih trepavica koje se zbog ljubavi tako teško rastaju jedna od druge, ispod umornih kapaka, tamo iza zjenica oživi sav život, zamiriše neko drugo vrijeme, neko vrijeme što je prošlo. Pred san, dok posljednja misao za taj dan baulja po uskim prolazima, bori se protiv crnila što zahvata sva čula, bori se od zaborava što vreba;   ponekad pokrene bujicu i baci na koljena sve osjećaje. Konture kreveta postanu čvršće, jače, postelja propadne u neke nepostojeće dubine a tijelo krene za njoj, tone u neko crnilo, ne