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Demeter19

Published: Apr 4, 2017

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Literature Text

Nie mogę cię zostawić
Nie tak i nie tu
Bo jesteś tak bardzo Mój
Masz ślady Mojej szminki
W kącikach Swoich ust
Masz ślady Moich paznokci
Na swych barkach
Masz Moje siniaki
Jesteś zbyt Mój
By być Mój
I za mało Jego
By móc odejść
Jesteś niewolnikiem własnych żądzy
Moich pragnień
Jego oczekiwań
Moich doznań
Nie wiele jest w tobie Siebie
Co zostało ci z Siebie
Może Twoje błędy
Moje porażki
Jego zwycięstwa
Nasze zagubienie

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Napisany trochę w ramach eksperymentu z formą, z podkreśleniem pewnych słów, jakby były nazwami własnymi. Jakby były ważniejsze od innych.

Sama mam dwie interpretacje:
1) Wręcz śmiesznie oczywista: Trójkąt miłosny. On + Ona + On (pragnący zabrać On z początku tylko dla siebie). Efekt oglądania "Dom na krańcu świata).
2) Trochę bardziej pogmatwany: Ona + On + Jego powołanie duszpasterskie.

Ale może ktoś z was wpadnie na jeszcze inną interpretację.