I am not here!
I am distant from you,
thousands of years away from reality.
Silenced by heavy times,
numbed without reality.
Somewhat strange even to myself.
Often wandering beyond these expanses,
right where the abyss is deepest...
No, I am not particularly special!
A little frivolous and in love with the sky...
Just someone who writes a lot,
imagines herself from famous novels,
yet utterly ordinary,
with a crowd of people alone in her thoughts.
I am not here!
I am not "Madame Bovary" by Flaubert,
dreaming of a life of passion and luxury...
Just a dreamer, a regular woman!
I am neither drama nor comedy,
not Dante Alighieri's,
and certainly not "Lolita" by Vladimir Nabokov.
I envision "Wuthering Heights" by Emily Brontë.
And quite often, I read for who knows which time
"Anna Karenina" by Leo Tolstoy.
Perhaps I philosophize too much!
I flee from the senseless and alienation,
so "The Stranger" by Camus,
is too special for my honesty...
No, I am not here!
Alice in Wonderland by Carroll,
is my current role,
escaping from reality and my own monologue.
I am not bred for this,
my works are written for other times...
I am not here!
Just writing you poems,
and creating chords with my soul.
Divni stihovi. Biti drugačiji u ovom vremenu je hrabrost. Biti svoj.
Suzo, baš lepo rečeno.. Biti svoj
Sjajnooooooooo, draga moja Snežo 🥰 🥰🥰
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