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My Falcons

March 17, 2013

MY FALCONS
Seventeen Deadly Sins
I committed, my falcons;
candle went out.
Me no sacred canopy,
or my icons,
would never saved.
 
I no longer knew how to fly,
lightning strikes me
Hell evil;
make the Achilles heel died
behind the thick bushes
my nestville 
 
My wings are down,
my hawks, Hard
as a rock
and almost lost the crown
because he lurks behind the hill
for me, the hawk.
 
My hawks, bears the letter above
I’m in hell’s ruby
down here
and people around me dove
the weeping and gnashing of teeth,

Very dear

.
 
Seven times at seventeen,
number of sins around.
Seven times by seventeen
I have lives, my falcon.

 

 MOJ SOKOLE

Sedamnaest smrtnih grijeha

počinila sam, moj sokole;

svijeća se ugasila.

Nikakva me sveta streha,

ni moje kole,

ne bi nikada spasila.

 

Nisam više vična letu,

udari me munja

paklenoga zloga;

udari mi Ahilovu petu

iza gustog žbunja

gnijezda moga.

 

Krila mi se polomiše,

moj sokole, tvrda

kao stijena,

i zamalo se odlomiše

jer on vreba iza brda

kao hijena.

 

Moj sokole, nosi pismo gore

da sam na paklenim rubima

ovdje dolje

i da oko mene ljudi gore,

da je plač i škrgut zubima,

pusto polje.

 

Sedam puta po sedamnaest,

brojim grijehe naokole.

Sedam puta po sedamnaest

života imam, moj sokole.

 

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