potuješ po nebu
daleč in majhni smo zate
obrobljen si z ozkim trakom svetlobe

zlati rob se je stanjšal
izginil
poginil
postal si ledena toča

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Kot vonj starega vina,
tako tišina prijala bo...
Vem, v drugih veje nekaj,
a rešitve ne bom našel,
meni je potreben tvoj glas...

Pesem ta brez vsakega namena,
se vije po papirju tiho peta.
Brez smisla, brez globljega pomena,
si pogledov, pozornosti obeta.

Ker niso čustva vanjo zlita
dotaknit se srca ne more,
le tu leži, kakor ubita,

Pri vseh tistih pesmih
me ne pritegnejo akordi.
In besedila mi niso všeč
samo zato ker dobro zvenijo.

Ko ti govorim o zvezdah,
me ne zanima astronomija.
In nisem vraževeren,
čeprav ti razlagam svoje sanje.

Če napišem
tisto zgodbo,
jo boš bral?
Bi rad pesem?
Ne, ne znam! Ne vem...
ne o tem, ne o tem.

Povsod različne so sledi,
katere puščamo za sabo
ne moremo se jih rešiti
čeprav nam niso več za rabo.

Samo izpoved;
brez kritik.
Ker jih ne rabi...
Ker kritike ne bi spremenile
napisanega.

sedem
575
utrinki
radi bi bili eno.

So many times I tried to love you
so many times you said we are friends,
so many times I tried to show you,
I hid the beauty from your eyes.

So many times you said Maria,
And how beautiful she was and is,
So many times I tried to leave all,
Things behind the things I need.

So many times I felt unneeded,
So many times you told me so,
So many times I said I'll be there,
So many times you said you'd call.

So many times we watch the snow fall,
So many times the flowers bloomed,
So many things we said we'll do and
So many things were set to doom.

So many times I walked passed graves and
So many beloved people died,
So many times I thought of you and
So many times I said goodbye.

Lahko bi tekla
po neskončnih prostranstvih
tvoje mehke duše
in prišla do konca
pa ne bom