Zbornik Mednarodnega literarnega srečanja Vilenica 2004 - Ljudmila

Valžina Mort
as if I am a ball
inside a lottery wheel
I do somersaults
and dance
a fast foxtrot
and a scoundrel announces
attention: a ball has fallen out
but not my ball
it never leaves.
where am I to hide
from the one who believes
cool as a cucumber
the one about to lose all
and still bets it on my number.
and watches miserable
at the balls under the glass
as in winter a snowstorm
is watched through the window by us
and before the lottery wheel
does its last spin
I would give anything
to switch places with my leaden twin.
to be ejected and to fly
in my silver attire –
free at last!
and that someone as if under a spell
would hide and wrap me in the red
under his heart.
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