(no subject)
I yearn for something I have no name for.
For something that would change my life,
Turn it upside down,
Make it leave the rails on which I travel
Making punctual stops.
(I forget the name of the Serbian poet who wrote this--I'll have to look it up--but, yes.)
For something that would change my life,
Turn it upside down,
Make it leave the rails on which I travel
Making punctual stops.
(I forget the name of the Serbian poet who wrote this--I'll have to look it up--but, yes.)