July 15, 2014

ON BEAUTIFUL THINGS

težko je pisati o lepih stvareh 
ker smo navajeni brati grde 
in potem je najlepše besede tega sveta 
tako nemogoče izreči 
napisati zapeti 
tisti ljubim te 
ostane nekje sredi grla 
in ven pride le grgrajoč zvok 
in sva kar tiho, 
v nekem čakanju 
da bo kdo kaj rekel 
kdo si bo prvi upal priznati 
da smo tako zelo sami 
in da je tisti poleg nas
nekdo ki je tam tudi ko je temno 
ko se bliska in grmi 
in bi mu morali dati prizanja 
plakete in medalje 
ga slaviti vsak dan z rožami 
in obsuti vsako polno uro s sto poljubi 
povzdigniti na oltar in se mu pokloniti 
ker je skupaj z nami majhen 

gledam te v oči in se ti nasmehnem

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    it's hard to write about beautiful things
because we're used to read the ugly ones
and then the most beautiful words 
of this planet are so tough to say
to write to sing
that I love you
get stuck somewhere in
the middle of throat
and what comes out
is just some gargling
and we're quiet
somehow waiting
that someone will say something
who'll be the first one to admit
that we're so so lonely
and that the one besides us
is someone who's there also 
when it's dark and stormy
and we should give him diplomas
medals and citations
celebrate him with flowers every day
every hour kiss him a hundred times
put him on the altar and praise him
because he decided to be so small with us

I look into your eyes and I smile





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