Hiršl Radovan: Manijak i žena kentaur

Name: Manijak i žena kentaur
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Author: Hiršl Radovan

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Author: Hiršl Radovan
Publisher: LOM
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Condition: Odlično
Code: 71974

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Manijak i žena kentaur

Hiršl Radovan

Summary

Radovan Hiršl: The Maniac and the Centaur Woman

"In the meantime, it was getting dark outside, the light of the street lamps was spilling on the street like the finest gold dust, and the troll arrives, the troll flies, the troll like a magic carpet-vacuum cleaner sucks up the Maniac and the Flower. Up ahead they saw the empty seats, the three pieces that are opposite the door, and as if by some magic they found themselves sitting on them. The Maniac he stretched out his legs, there was room, and some legs went far away. It worked, the Maniac realized that he was in a cartoon, no, he thought blissfully, this looks like a puppet movie, only the dolls are alive and in life size, grotesque, brother, thought the Maniac, and he began to laugh with that infectious cosmic laugh Cvećka, who was just waiting for the Maniac to release the brakes, started to giggle, as if they were laughing all over the world, if there was any difference... "The Maniac jumped out of his body, which was walking down Birčanin Street, and watched himself and the team walking from a height above. damn, it wasn't a permanent state, and the Maniac would know how he was inside himself, and he would fly out of his body and follow himself down the Birčani street, until at one point he noticed how he was lying on the ground in front of the Music Academy. " "I see scenes that happened a long time ago, disappeared and died around me, and like some guardian angels cheering for me and encouraging me. They keep my fingers crossed and my back when it's important. Returning to Belgrade is like returning to the scene of a crime, so many dead friends and enemies. Come on, I can admit it, yes, I regret my youth. Belgrade is now for me like a meeting with youth, and my soul hurts, and I could scream with misery, fuck, again it's nothing bi promenilo. . . Sve je jezivo brzo prošlo. Možda nekome život prolazi sporo, meni je prozujao kao da sam sve to sanjao u toku jedne noći. . . “

#Hiršl Radovan