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Изглед от манастира край Melk, Австрия

Here’ s my pathetic Verse,
born by my Youth,
made by the Sadness

It says:
“Love, I don’t want to
enter no more into
your dangerous Darkness,
no way!

You are the unwanted Void,
before one Movie’s beginning,
You are an unrealized Painting,
a fancied Village.

I don’t believe
I could someday
be strong again,
and I regret
that in the Games
of Life I play,
there are no Subtitles,
no actors’ names,
no Music mad!

There’s only Void
and one Hero to Kill.
And still,
I know: playing the main role
it’s Me… And no Director’ s will,
and nobody to talk to, no trill.

It’s only Me
with my trivial Story:
learning to make Action
and afraid of Dying.

Trying to have Unhuman Reactions
before the Bungee jump or the Diving…
Trying to catch the attention of No One,
I am expressing the confusion of someone
mighty:

I am solving my problems, so nobody
wants to play with me on my games.
Are they all supreme?
And all alone I’ m hesitating:

Am I this Hero or am I the Public now?
Am I the Bread or am I the blunt Knife?
Am I the Cowboy or am I just the Cow?
And still I know
it’s time to play
the next obsessing
role
in this stage-worthy Life.