In my phone
Voices live
Noise lives
Although it is not alive
Microchips keep trembling beats
They keep sighs
Salty creations that came out of my eyes
My phone is alive
Although it is not alive
By the color of your smile
Voice
By your gesture
My phone is alerting me
When your groin craves to get stuck between mine
My phone knows every word I said
Although I don’t remember most of them
It is standing next to my head
It speaks with your eyes
It shows me pictures of your teeth
It laughs in your name
Even when we’re not talking
That world of circuits and wires
It comes to life
Although it’s not alive
Everything that comes from far, far away is imprinted on the glass
Far from my womb
My phone hides smiles and quarrels and grumbles
Incomplete sentences
Unsent messages
That phone that’s not alive
It lives under the trembling of our lips
Our mergers and separations
Three-meaning sentences, words
And emoticons
Book in too many volumes
Turned into characters
Love letters in the form of digital inscriptions
In my phone
Our lives live
Virtual realities of love
Pseudo kisses
Pseudo hugs
Touch of the camera
Your whisper enters my ears
Technological telepathy
Thought transferred from palm to palm
In a few seconds
Isn’t it magic
That I know you are thinking about me
The second when you think about me
Artificial intelligence speaks in the name of a raw heart
Two dots and one bracket
Closed or open
My phone lives
Us
And I hope one day
We will too
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Mnogo mi se dopada!
Hvala Ana Gord!
Najbolje su one priče koje su svima poznate, ili tako deluju, svima se dogadjajiu, često, ali umetnik ume da vidi, oslika, fotografiše ili opiše drugim senzibilitetom…
NBrz
Hvala!
Divno
Hvalaaaa <3
shvatih da ono sto citamo \ pisemo ne mora da ima nikakvo znacenje ako nas dira u dusu kao ova pesma u prozi xxx
Hvala Ivana <3