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April

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Mi smo ljudi koji pletu korpe,
a upletu u životu samog sebe.
Eto šta smo mi.

Zamrsimo svoje lepe ruke
u grbave vrbe,
pa korenje počne
iz tabana da nam raste.

Eto šta smo mi.

Svi Cigani kao ljudi putuju
i odlaze.
Mi, u vrbe pretvoreni, čamimo u mestu.

Posle digneš četir zida,
opletena, ulepljena blatom,
i pokriješ snopovima pruća
i zalepiš na prozore mastan papir
i tako si gotov zauvek.

Svako drvo u proleće
luta šumom i peva.
Samo vrba u proleće plače,
jer vrba je naša sestra rođena.

Ne gledaj me u te moje crne oči,
uplašićeš se.
U svakom mi oku oguljena šiba
od zlata.

Eto šta smo mi.

Pročitajte April

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