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Tanja
Stupar
Born
in 1977 in Zadar (Croatia), lives in Banja Luka (B&H).
He
attaches himself with a small safety pin to your neck He is the dwarf of
emptiness He comes from there – a few inches off the ground A close associate
of the foot on account of shortness He climbs up the leg He grows with your
steps The dwarf of emptiness Dangerous on the level of the head He attaches
himself with a small safety pin to your neck
PLAYING
WITH DOLLS
In
the room we string up plastic dolls on ropes all around We know nothing
about this magic experientially we’re empty like God we don’t know whether
we have a good excuse for our final goal And they scream convincing us that
they’re alive Naked you think better You say ”Fuck them we’ll kill them
all”
I
am in awe of the cold-bloodedness and foresight I enter the bed slowly Terrified
that under your hands you’ll feel the coldness of a doll’s limbs I think
about being silent or screaming You never tire of our game.
LOVE
You
opened one eye And a bird flew out of it You opened the other eye And a
sun jumped out of it And that was love That absence of a bird and a sun
inside you That enchantment in which you are left alone And you fear opening
your eyes again For you know not whether there are more birds more suns
Inside you
Translated by Ulvija Tanović
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