Miroslav
PETAR & LIZA Sekulic-Struja
Today, I saw birds breaking free in your eyes… My anxiety was still looking for a path out, hopelessly…
… Its passages were getting more and more narrow…
… and I felt your heartbeat…
… between the laughs…
… and words…
… slowly regained their colors – words long silenced, or ones that were hard to find.
Now, they drift chummily through the quiet sky of youth.
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Don’t get me wrong, I love watering your head from my balcony, but what do you say we live together? Sure, why not. Great! There’s an apartment for rent in the blue building just across the street! Wow, if it’s not far, I’d love that. Ha ha, you lazy ass!
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Liza was short. Shorter than me. Some mornings, she was even shorter. She really wasn’t a morning person.
Her black hair smelled like mountain flowers. Sometimes her hair was tousled. It depended on the day and the weather. Her eyes liked to wander off, drowning in the sky...
She was cautious and reasonable, and also completely unpredictable and unreasonable.
She read thousand-page novels at lightning speed. She had been the regional champion speed reader when she was a kid. She loved stories that began with: “One beautiful summer day…” or “One beautiful autumn day…”
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She loved when the dishes sparkled, like her eyes. She painted her toenails, usually red. She listened to jazz and disco… and happily got lost in long monologues with her girlfriends on the phone.
One beautiful summer day, we were broke. No way we could go to the beach…
No, I’m super busy this week, but next week sounds OK… Dad will be there? OK, we’ll make it Tuesday. What? Ratko bought a boat!?
An outboard motor? Sounds about right. Whatta show-off.
Liza, do you know where the mailbox key is?
In my bag.
Where is it? Which bag?
In the cupboard.
The red one.
Liza! Which one?!
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