In these times, we give it our all.
The woman behind the screen reminded me
that nothing's really in my hands
and I can just watch as it unfolds.
What a beautiful space curvature,
in which the capillaries raise
the water, our Madonna, so purposefully
to the branches and leaves
- a dent in which order fits
in contrast to the black sky
of the rest of the infinity.
We clatter together and jump to the rhythm,
my curvature is a fractal,
it expands, into less and into more than me.
We're directed like tiny darts by our intentions.
Ovo su vremena u kojima dajemo sve od sebe.
Žena iz ekrana me je podsetila
da ništa ovde nije do mene
i da mogu samo da gledam kako se odvija.
Prelepog li prostornog zakrivljenja,
u kome tako svrsishodno kapilari podižu
vodu, madonu, do grana i listova
- udubljenje u kojem red odgovara
nasuprot crnom nebu ostatka beskraja.
Tropoćemo zajedno i skačemo u ritmu,
moje zakrivljenje je fraktal,
širi se, u veće i manje od mene.
Usmereni smo kao sitne strelice našim namerama.