u koritu reke citam otiske ruku, pruzam rosu sa dlana, vreme prelaska vode kljuc rastanka, kljuc rastanka
vetar dise gde hoce i glas njegov cujem, odakle je, ne znam, ni gde mu je kraj, tvoj dah kuda ide, dal' meni se javlja, ko zna*
(posle jos jedne setnje)
o5 o nedelji, o ulicama i gradovima, o5 o setnji i sedenju u cafeima i o cevapima, burecima i pizzzama koje drugi tako slasno i opusteno zvacu...
svi gradovi su isti praznikom i nedeljom popodne... privatne trgovine rade i kafei rade, ostalo ne, lena tisina... ljudi setaju, ali u povratku su... opijeni od sunca i umorni od odmora... opusteni, uskoro su o5 u kuci... u sumrak... tesko je poverovati da se iza svih tih zatvorenih prozora i vrata odvijaju ljudske drame... u zoni sumraka... jos malo zvukova napolju, a onda ce ljudi da nestanu i za momenat ce nastati mir... lena tisina kad nastupa tanka linija koja odvaja dan od noci... boje se pomesaju dok nestaju... ali pre nego sto nestanu gore... a pre nego sto izgore svako vidi svoju... ta boja je boja sna... a u tom snu su o5 ljudi, ulice i gradovi... u povratku o5 o integralnim kiflama za veceru kupljenim u jednoj pekari koja radi i nedeljom...
gurni me blago da se vratim u stanje koje podstice krv da se popne u obraz i sjuri u glavu kao metak u celo jer ishod je isti, postajem siguran da to je stvaran svet oko mene, samo cekam da prodje, samo cekam da prodje...*
*ekv
Baker Street
Winding your way down on Baker Street
Light in your head and dead on your feet
Well another crazy day, you’ll drink the night away
And forget about everything.
This city desert makes you feel so cold
It’s got so many people but it’s got no soul
And it’s taken you so long to find out you were wrong
When you thought it held everything.
You used to think that it was so easy
You used to say that it was so easy
But you’re tryin’, you’re tryin’ now.
Another year and then you’d be happy
Just one more year and then you’d be happy
But you’re cryin’, you’re cryin’ now.
Way down the street there’s a light in his place
He opens the door, he’s got that look on his face
And he asks you where you’ve been, you tell him who you’ve seen
And you talk about anything.
He’s got this dream about buyin’ some land
He’s gonna give up the booze and the one night stands
And then he’ll settle down, in some quiet little town
And forget about everything.
But you know he’ll always keep movin’
You know he’s never gonna stop movin’
Cause he’s rollin’, he’s the rollin’ stone.
And when you wake up it’s a new morning
The sun is shining, it’s a new morning
But you’re going, you’re going home.
Gerry Rafferty
