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NO, IT WASN’T RAINING…

Par | 2018-05-28T11:49:27+00:00 25 septembre 2012|Catégories : Blog|

NO, IT WASN'T RAINING, THUS SPOKE CASSANDRA

 

Cassandra comes from the world of mur­murs.
A god­dess now being in her body and the trace
of Apollo's kiss on her lips, she, the mor­tal Cassandra,
the union of divine twins, wan­ders Troy bare­foot,
dis­he­vel­led. Her voices are ruled by seven pla­nets.
Her mind is com­po­sed of seven mur­murs.

Tigers will roar. Not on the earth.
Corn will sprout. Not from the earth.
Ships will come. Not from the sea.
They will bring toys. They won't be chil­dren.
They will speak lan­guages. They won't be Greek.
You will bow down to him. He isn't from Olympus.
You will bury me. In Atlantis. In a tri­angle.
               At the bot­tom of the sea.

 

[trans­la­ted from ser­bian to english by her­self]
 

 

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