10. Post mortem, 2013, acrylic on canvas, 80×120 cm

I died in the hope that death will bring me something new
Magic was gone, it went into some sort of huge emptiness
Oh, how don’t you know now the song famous and beautiful
About a piece of heaven, and bundle of branches, about feather
That what we were accustomed to was to live
Now about this world there’s no voice
Nobody seeks us, nor asks for us
It’s so dark, dark my night
Anyway, is there any windows
When in the water there is no my reflection
(Verses from the poem “Post mortem” written by Cahit Sıtkı Tarancı (1910 – 1956))

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Umrijeh u nadi da će smrti mi nešto novo donijeti
Čarolije nesta, pređe u nekakvu golemu prazninu
O kako sad ne znaš onu pjesmu slavnu i predivnu
O komadu neba, i o svežnju granja, o ptičijem peru
To na što smo svikli bilo je živjeti
Sada o tom svijetu nema niti glasa
Niti nas ‘ko traži, nit’ ‘ko za nas pita
Toliko je mračna, tamna moja noćca
Svejedno, da l’ ima uopće prozora
Kada ni u vodi nema mi odraza
(Stihovi iz pjesme “Post mortem” koju je napisao Cahit Sıtkı Tarancı (1910. – 1956.))

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