Djordje Balasevic
Miscellaneous
Upside Down Fairy Tale
In the basement, a tunnel to the heavens,
on the thin tread, the morning is a dark tapestry,
gloomy faces, alone with sins,
in the corridor with no return,
my bird got entangled in a black bush,
the flickering star Danica drifted away.
And a late breath while cooling the steel,
the scalpel slides down the thread of the rosary .
There is a plan for the angels to steal her,
at least for an hour to bring her back among them,
because sometimes heaven makes a big ballad
and asks rhyme for the main verse.
A gentle white legion is charging the city,
January spreads its refined carpet,
in secret collusion we are the first snow and I,
to wait for winter her trail,
not worth the stories I know,
lies for sleepy eyes,
I make up a fairy tale, a strange upside-down
lullaby,
that from she stays awake.
There is a path that chooses the chosen ones,
a secret road always favoring the best,
because sometimes the sky only plays black holes
and looks for a note for that tone.
Somewhere I'm a boy standing confused
on the bridge,
because he just has an inkling that you exist,
somewhere in you is waiting for a chained song
that no one alive knows yet ,
in you a chain rattles with secret links,
you will be a mother to mothers.
There is a plan for the angels to steal you,
at least for an hour to and return between them,
because sometimes the sky makes a great ballad
and looks for a rhyme for the main verse.
There is a path that chooses the intended,
a secret road always inclined to the best,
because sometimes the sky only plays black holes
and looks for a note for that tone.