Sudar svetova (Letnja melanholija iz Ciklusa Puta Balona)
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| Magnus Enkel, Dečak i Lobanja, 1870-1925 |
Clash of Worlds
The hot asphalt shimmers.
In the dust, forgotten, a blue truck sits in silence.
A boy walks.
A step.
A heartbeat.
The only sound beneath a sky collapsing into itself.
Two temples of the cosmos,
gold and orange,
collide without a cry.
In the reflection on the road, a child’s face does not appear.
But a skull — a young man’s —
his gaze turned inward.
Through empty eye sockets
the wind plays the song of a freedom long suppressed.
Time, a cracked line,
crawls toward infinity.
Above, in the haze of ether,
headphones flicker.
A giant, weeping beast
carries the music of departure.
Its wave crumbles memory,
drives a flower to wilt.
And imagination writes across the sky
letters, symbols, signs with no key.
Summer.
The scent of butterflies
hidden beneath bark.
Thirst dreams of the forest fountain — the one that doesn’t exist.
To wash the salt from his face.
But only dust and decay
for one, lone boy.
A walk into the epicenter of silence.
No fear,
only weight.
A premonition of the abyss.
Each step creates and erases.
Behind: a toy and dust.
Ahead: the clash of worlds awaits its name.
Shattered Universe, Vladimir Tomić, Cactus Cloud
From the Cycle Balloon’s Journey
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