Jednom, devojčice moja

/Dve kafice u “Burger Kingu”, uz auto-put,
negde iza Minhena, 1996./

Ispričaću Ti
jednom
Devojčice moja
Priču o Koži Boje Bagremovog Meda

Priču bez Kraja
i
bez Početka

Odaću Ti
tada
(kada Ti grudi budu uzimale oblik mlade breskve)
kako sam Jauk
pretvarala
u Osmeh

A Osmeh
u Krik

A Krik
u Ništa

Pa onda Ništa
u Ipak.
U Sutra.
Koje mi
Danas
ne bi vredelo
bez Tebe.

Gordana Vlajić


Published: 07.06.2011.
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