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Elon Musk, čovjek za okupljanje ili task
intrigantan, fascinantan i polemičan
vizionar ili više diplomatski anemičan
pomalo uobičajeno politički patetičan.

Obitelj iz koje je potekao, kao i druge
pune svega što ide kroz i niz te pruge
otac koji ipak nije počinio pravi incest
svakako je bila dramatična bolna vijest.

Povijest je pokazala mnogo slučajeva tuge
zbog čiste krvi i moći nije se ženilo druge
društvene norme, granice u povijesti variraju
sa svakoga pečat prihvatljivosti samo skidaju.

Majka koja je nakon previše rekla dosta
spašavanje glave bila jest odluka prosta
povratak pak sinova u obilnije i autoritetu
bila je realnost tom kućnom mediokritetu.

Znanje, poučavanje bez moralnih kočnica
tuku u djetetetu puls posred sljepočnica
čine ga ranjivim u društvu divljih vršnjaka
žrtvom i predmetom njihovih zlobnih šaka.

Malo pomalo kroz život obrasce razvija
pri tom kičmu, ali glavu nikome ne savija
postaje rob svom vlastitom velikom egu
primjenjuje na se i na druge okrutno stegu.

Da li je on alfa mužjak kako sam tvrdi
ili kategorija koju je pak sebi dao prvi
štošta se može iščitati iz svih tih djela
da bi se zaokružila njegova misija cijela.

Ekcentrično ponašanje je samo maska
o njegovim idejema tek pretežno opaska
previše je novca i utjecaja koji ga vodi
pridao je odviše važnosti viziji o slobodi.

S ljubavlju, Željka.

Autor: Željka Šabić

Elon Musk, a man to rally around—or a task—
intriguing, fascinating, and polemical;
a visionary, or perhaps more diplomatically anemic,
somewhat conventionally politically pathetic.

The family from which he came, like others,
was full of everything that runs through and down those tracks;
a father who, after all, did not commit true incest—
it was certainly a dramatic, painful piece of news.

History has shown many cases of sorrow,
because of pure blood and power, one did not marry another;
social norms and boundaries have varied through history,
stripping from each person the seal of acceptability.

The mother, after having said too much, finally said enough;
saving face was a simple decision.
The return of the sons to abundance and authority
was the reality for that household mediocrity.

Knowledge and teaching without moral brakes
beat into a child’s pulse, right at the temple,
making him vulnerable among wild peers—
a victim and target of their malicious fists.

Little by little, through life, he develops patterns,
bending his spine, but never his head, to anyone;
he becomes a slave to his own enormous ego,
applying cruel restraint to himself and to others.

Is he the alpha male he claims to be,
or a category he was the first to assign himself?
Much can be read from all those deeds,
in order to round out the whole of his mission.

His eccentric behavior is only a mask;
about his ideas, it is mostly just a remark.
He has too much money and influence leading him,
and he has attached far too much importance to his vision of freedom.

With love, Željka.

Author: Željka Šabić

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