The age demanded that we sing
And cut away our tongue.
The age demanded that we flow
And hammered in the bung.
The age demanded that we dance
And jammed us into iron pants.
And in the end the age was handed
The sort of shit that it demanded.
Doba je trazilo od tebe pjesmu,
a onda ti jezik u korijenu skresnu.
Doba je trazilo od tebe da teces,
a onda ti cepic u slavinu mece.
Doba je trazilo da places i skaces,
a onda te nabi u zeljezne hlace.
Doba je dobilo, na kraju svega,
onakvo govno, kakvo mu treba.
Ernest (Miller) Hemingway
(1899 - 1961)
1954. dobitnik Nobelove nagrade za knjizevnost
1954. Nobel Laureater in Literature
I always try to write on the
principal of the iceberg
There is seven-eights of it under water every part that shows
Anything you know you can eliminate
and it only strengthens your iceberg
It is part that doesn't show
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