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    Ako kupiš kartu za pogrešno zauvek: poezija
    Ako kupiš kartu za pogrešno zauvek: poezija
    Ako kupiš kartu za pogrešno zauvek: poezija
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    Ako kupiš kartu za pogrešno zauvek: poezija

    By Aria Roster

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    poezija

     

    ako kupiš kartu za pogrešno zauvek 

     

    pisana je na srpskom jeziku 

    pod pseudonimom Aria Roster

    iza kojeg stoji Rea Sartori

     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAria Roster
    Release dateMay 31, 2022
    ISBN9798201451646
    Ako kupiš kartu za pogrešno zauvek: poezija

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      Ako kupiš kartu za pogrešno zauvek - Aria Roster

      franceska in vita franceska in morte

      (caballero de  noves)

      voleo me je jednom

      vitez romana

      gospodar noći

      gospodar dana

      caballero de  noves

      kako me u romanima zoveš

      koja mi imena nadevaš noćima

      a koja danima

      kojim me imenima varaš

      i to me baš zanima

      a on  mi kaže

      „franceska in vita franceska in morte"

      caballero de  noves

      bejah kurva i svetica u tvojim dugim pesmama

      bejah ludo ljubljena i prezrena

      bejah sve i svja

      pa i istinska ludača

      što joj košulju za smiraj šiješ

      koju tišinom i pokojim zagrljajem zgreješ

      pa je kroz sito i rešeto proseješ

      al ko si ti junače skoro cele moje decenije sanjanja

      hoćeš li doći da proslavimo deceniju gubljenja vremena

      netaknuta ti stižem

      tek malo ostarela u odnosu na slike koje u albume nižem

      tek malo više oronula i posedela

      to ne bi trebalo da zabrinjava onog koji me zove

      „franceska in vita franceska in morte"

      onog kog bih u životu i smrti jednako volela

      ah! caballero moj

      da si samo imao hrabrosti da u duboku vodu zagaziš

      tamo sam te čekala

      ne grli se jedna franceska tek tako

      ne grli se po budžacima i slepim ulicama

      nego se preko praga prevodi

      da rajskom voću slasti daje doveka

      franceska treba pravog čoveka

      a ne nekakvog junaka iz romana

      što zbriše kad okrene par srećnih strana

      ––––––––

      „franceska in vita franceska in morte"

      caballero de  noves

      biću tu kad me pravim imenom nazoveš

      kažu da velike devojčice ne plaču

      (kad ih drugi gledaju)

      nekad mi suze krenu u punom autobusu

      stavim tamne naočare na oči da ne vide

      kradom brišem s obraza izdajničke tragove

      zaplačem se jer sam misleći na tebe

      pomislila na kraj

      jer šta ako sutra ne dođe

      a nisam stigla da ti kažem koliko si bio moje sve

      i kako sam svaki tvoj trag njušila

      i u njemu sebe videla

      i tvoj topli zagrljaj

      kako da dopustim katamaranima

      da dođu po mene

      i odvedu me na daleke obale

      s kojih se nikad ne vraća

      ako ti nisam gledala lice dok mirno spavaš

      ako te nisam poljubila  kao nikoga pre

      kažu da velike devojčice ne plaču

      (kad ih drugi gledaju)

      nisam ni primetila da nikad nisam porasla

      da sam pored tebe klinka što gleda u poster

      svog najlepšeg dečaka

      i sanja san ogrnut stidljivim suzama

      nikad nisam izgubila nevinost devojčice

      čuvala sam je za tebe

      nisam nikom govorila o jednom snu

      gde za ruku držim čoveka i znam

      da ti si taj

      moja vrlo lična bol i vrlo intiman dan

      pitaju me danas

      a šta ako sutra ne bude...

      ako sutra ne budem tu

      ako me valovi odnesu

      znaj da sam te volela jedinog na svetu

      zašto

      jesam li tražila išta sem zaborava oče

      svedok si mojim

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