Tatjana Macic

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To travel trough the ghetto

I tie

The clouds to the hills

The hills to my wrists

My waist to the stars

Hold a ladder for me

- Do not be selfish as usual -

I need to climb up to the sky

Revolutionaries tame the rivers

The oceans tame us

I wave - the algae, the coast and the orange boats disappear

Roof tiles fall down from the sun

Moving away from the thieving seagulls, from the shore,

The harbour, the noise, the mist...

From afar all seem

Morbid

Noble

Fragile sea foam

I need to climb up to the sky to find some

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