Moj najljubshi pesnik,

[Silica]

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

 

- Maya Angelou

 

 

 

If you forget me

 

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

- Pablo Neruda

 

 

 

Dust of Snow

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued

- Robert Frost

[A65]

DOTIK SANJ


Samo takrat
ko naenkrat dobiš tisti drugi obraz
ko se ti lica sprostijo v breztežno milino
in zamaknjenim ustnicam ni več do smeha
začutim pod prsti obrise.

In vem, da so sanje
ker tisti obraz ne nastane
niti iz strastne ljubezenske želje
niti na ukaz zaslepljene moči, ki v divjem zagonu
vihravo raztrga čarobni oblak
da se razblini
in izgine odsev v negibni gladini.

Zato je le topla bližina, kar nam ostane
in besede, podobe
ki svet uredijo v varno, pozabljeno srečo
da se obraz umiri ti v sanje
in začutim pod prsti obrise.

To, kar že tisoče let brez uspeha želijo sanjači
to hrepenenje brez konca, ki pesnike žene v obup
te osamljene ptiče, ki zapojejo zgodaj, a pozno spoznajo
da jim sreča ostaja zakrita, dokler so sami
z negibnimi, mrzlimi, spečimi prsti.

Zato le takrat
ko naenkrat dobiš tisti drugi obraz
ko se ti lica sprostijo v breztežno milino
in zamaknjenim ustnicam ni več do smeha
začutim pod prsti obrise
in vem, da so sanje.

(Alojz Ihan, Salsa)

[viyola]

Kdo, če bi kričal, bi me pa slišal med trumami
angelov? A recimo, da bi me eden od njih
kar na lepem objel: skoprnel bi ob njem,
ki biva močneje. Kajti lepota je le
strahotnega ravno še znosni začetek
in občudujemo jo, ker se ji sploh ne zdi vredno,
da bi nas pokončala. Vsak angel je strašen.

Zato se pač potajim in pogoltnem vabljenje
temnega joka. Ah, kdo nam pač more biti
zavetje? Angeli ne, ne ljudje,
in bistre živali že opažajo,
da nismo zelo zanesljivo doma
v pojasnjenem svetu. Ostane nam morebiti
kakšno drevo na pobočju, da bi ga dan za dnem
srečevali; ostane nam včerajšnja cesta
in neka razvajena zvesta navada,
ki ji ugaja pri nas in je zato ostala in ni odšla.
O, in noč, ko veter, vesolja poln,
nam grebe obraz – le komu, zaželena, ne bi
ostala
z rahlimi razočaranji, in tesnobno postavljena
pred samotno srce.

Je zaljubljencem lažja?
Ah, le zakrivajo si drug z drugim svojo usodo.
Kaj še ne veš? Vrzi praznino iz rok
k prostorom, katere dihamo; morda bodo ptice
skoz razširjeni zrak letale z večjo prisrčnostjo.

 

(Rilke)

[passiflora]

Federico Garcia Lorca

 

PRVA IN ZADNJA MISEL

Čas
ima barvo noči.
Neke tihe noči.
Na veliki luni
kaže
Večnost dvanajst.
In Čas je zaspal
za vedno v svojih stolpih.
Vse ure
nas varajo.
Času so ostala
samo obzorja.

[Silica]

Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

- William Wordsworth

[viyola]

Koga ljubiš, najbolj, skrivnostni človek, povej? Očeta, mater, sestro, brata?

Nimam očeta in matere, ne sestre, ne brata.

 

Prijatelje?

Izustil si besedo, ki mi je njen pomen ostal do danes neznan.

 

Domovino?

Ne vem, na kateri strani leži.

 

Lepoto?

Rad bi jo ljubil, ko bi bila božanska in nesmrtna.

 

Zlato?

Sovražim ga, kakor ti Boga sovražiš.

 

Ej, kaj pa ti torej ljubiš, čudni tujec?

Ljubim oblake....oblake, ki romajo...tam doli...tam doli...čudovite oblake..

 

Charles Baudelaire Tujec

[mačky]

BLIŽINA

 

Na vrtu, ki ve za ljubezen,
cvetijo le rože rdeče.
V naročju te sanjske podobe
umrla bi rada od sreče.

Naj topli dež tvojih poljubov
me sredi poletja ujame.
Naj veter, ki dviga nevihto,
še zadnjo tančico mi sname.

Že dolgo si greva naproti
in čutiva čudno bližino.
Ko duša se duše dotika,
beživa pred večno praznino.

Ob tebi lahko še verjamem,
da kaj se bo znova začelo.
Da v sanjah bom zopet letela
in vse bo spet smisel imelo.

Pred jutrom, ki ve za ljubezen,
nebo je pod kožo krvavo.
Žarijo nad nama meglice
in rosa je padla na travo.

Naj skrita sled tvojih dotikov
popelje v neznane me kraje.
Naj zmeraj pred nama bo cesta
in proga brez zadnje postaje.

 

Feri Lainšček

 

Men je tale in še ene par od Feria Lainščka tako noro všeč, pa ko me že ravno razganja kot da je pomlad... Joj, hormoni no... Ena je pa že objavljena, ki je ena mojih najljubših njegovih...

[Silica]

A Haiku about getting out of bed

 

No no no no no

No no no no no no no

No no no no no.

[anne]

Božo Vodušek

POMLADNI VETER

 

O vseprešinjajoči
silni veter pomladi,
vstani, da očistiš
zemljo in nebo!

Glej, zemlja je gola,
prevlečena od pustih
megla, pokrita z velimi,
odmrlimi stvarmi.

Ti pa nosiš v sebi
vsepoživljajočo
vsepreplavljujočo
silo ognja in voda.

Že raste v tvojem pišu
bobnenje neustavljivih
plazov, že se bliža
potres daljnih gora.

Skorja zime se kolje!
Že šumijo v tebi
sproščeni tokovi,
že bruha požar -

O vseprešinjajoči
silni veter pomladi,
vrzi svoje ognjene
jezike nad nas!

 

Tvoje močne vode

naj odplave navlako,

v zmagoslavju raztresi

preperele kosti.

 

Tvoje čiste vode

naj spero gnilobo,

trudnost telesa,

trudnost duha.

 

O vseobjemajoči,

ko boš sredi med nami,

bomo v skupnem zamaknjenju

vstali novi ljudje.

 

Na ustih ne bo več

sledov mrtvih poljubov,

izginila bo oskrunjenost

brezciljnih rok.

 

Vsepovsod plapolajoče

zelenje po gozdovih,

čisti udarci

oživljenih src.

 

O vseprešinjajoči

silni veter pomladi,

vstani, da očistiš

zemljo in nebo!

 

O silni veter,

poslan k preroditvi,

ti nas objemi,

ti plani nad nas!

 

Žene in bogovi

z vsem, kar je, ostarijo,

samo ti prihajaš

nov vsako pomlad.

[Silica]

The Future

 

Moj 'najljubši pesnik' ta moment http://www.lunin.net/forum//public/style_emoticons/default/smile.png ressss bi bil cajt za it spat... pa ne morem nehat gledat http://www.lunin.net/forum//public/style_emoticons/default/icon1_blush.gif

[Silica]

For Anne Gregory

'NEVER shall a young man,
Thrown into despair
By those great honey-coloured
Ramparts at your ear,
Love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.'
'But I can get a hair-dye
And set such colour there,
Brown, or black, or carrot,
That young men in despair
May love me for myself alone
And not my yellow hair.'
'I heard an old religious man
But yesternight declare
That he had found a text to prove
That only God, my dear,
Could love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.'

 

- William Butler Yeats

[Silica]

Life Is Fine

I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn't,
So I jumped in and sank.

I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn't a-been so cold
I might've sunk and died.

But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!

I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.

I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn't a-been so high
I might've jumped and died.

But it was High up there! It was high!

So since I'm still here livin',
I guess I will live on.
I could've died for love--
But for livin' I was born

Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry--
I'll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.

Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!

 

 

- Langston Hughes

 

[A65]

Sreča je, da ljubezen za večnost ostane.

A tudi, da ta večnost mini.

A najbolj, da čez leta postanejo rane

radost, ki greje in sploh ne boli.

 

(T. Pavček)

[Silica]

Nekoga moraš imeti rad


Nekoga moraš imeti rad,
pa čeprav trave, reko, drevo ali kamen,
nekomu moraš nasloniti roko na ramo,
da se, lačna, nasiti bližine,
nekomu moraš, moraš,
to je kot kruh, kot požirek vode,
moraš dati svoje bele oblake,
svoje drzne ptice sanj,
svoje plašne ptice nemoči
- nekje vendar mora biti zanje
gnezdo miru in nežnosti -,
nekoga moraš imeti rad,
pa čeprav trave, reko, drevo ali kamen
ker drevesa in trave vedo za samoto
- kajti koraki vselej odidejo dalje,
pa čeprav se za hip ustavijo -,
ker reka ve za žalost
- če se le nagne nad svojo globino -,
ker kamen pozna bolečino
- koliko težkih nog
je že šlo čez njegovo nemo srce -,
nekoga moraš imeti rad,
nekoga moraš imeti rad,
z nekom moraš v korak,
v isto sled -
o trave, reka, kamen, drevo,
molčeči spremljevalci samotnežev in čudakov,
dobra, velika bitja,
ki spregovore samo,
kadar umolknejo ljudje.

 

 

 

- Ivan Minatti

[A65]

ODKAR VEM ZANJO

 

Odkar vem zanjo,
imajo dnevi modre oči
in vode barvo njenega krila.

Odkar vem zanjo,
veter šumi njen glas
in rože njene besede govore.

 

Tako rad imam poletne oblake:
njene korake so spremljali,
ko je čez trave večerne prišla.

 

Tako imam rad te vrbe ob vodi,
zamišljene v tiho,
nežno pravljico o njej.

Nihče ne ve, kaj šepetajo.
Samo jaz.
In se smehljam.

 

Odkar vem zanjo,

sem kot avgustovska noč:
miren, poln zvezd in daljav.

 

(Ivan Minatti)

 

[domoljubka]

Pa še jst eno pravkar prebrano; http://www.lunin.net/forum//public/style_emoticons/default/smile.png

 

Pesem izpod peresa Andreja Rozmana Roze

NEKAJ TI MORAM POVEDAT

Za vsakogar mora obstajat nekdo,

kateremu tako zaupa,

da se mu lahko zaupa,

ko mu je težko.

Za vsakogar mora obstajat nekdo,

ki ga razume in posluša,

ko mu je zamrznjena duša

in mu je v srcu slabo.

Nekdo, kateremu lahko zaupa tudi tiste težave,

ki bi jih najrajši izbrisal iz glave,

in mu lahko pove tudi to,

kar ni povedat lahko.

A pogovarjanje je za človeka

še bolj pomembno kot obleka

in hkrati danes redka stvar

za katero ni potreben denar.

Pogovarjanje ni le za zabavo,

zdravilno je tudi, ko imamo težavo

in se v lastnih mislih dušimo,

dokler jih še z nekom ne delimo.

Pogovarjanje je bližina in toplina,

s pogovarjanjem smo družina in skupina.

S pogovarjanjem se človek s človekom prepleta,

s pogovarjanjem smo mreža tudi zunaj interneta.

[Simon Whitechapel]

izpod gore rožni trak

sonce skoči čez oblak

čez oblak in čez drevesa

zlato pade na telesa

 

v dolini se iskri

v ravni vrsti delavci

mravlje črne in rdeče

ali veš kako se jim reče

 

zrno se od skal odbije

najde prst da tam vzklije

odmev daljavi da obraz

ti pa molči ne govori naglas

[Silica]

Blow, blow, thou winter wind


Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.

Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most freindship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky,
That does not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As a friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.


- William Shakespeare

[Silica]

Cinderella

I guess you think you know this story.
You don't. The real one's much more gory.
The phoney one, the one you know,
Was cooked up years and years ago,
And made to sound all soft and sappy
just to keep the children happy.
Mind you, they got the first bit right,
The bit where, in the dead of night,
The Ugly Sisters, jewels and all,
Departed for the Palace Ball,
While darling little Cinderella
Was locked up in a slimy cellar,
Where rats who wanted things to eat,
Began to nibble at her feet.

She bellowed 'Help!' and 'Let me out!
The Magic Fairy heard her shout.
Appearing in a blaze of light,
She said: 'My dear, are you all right?'
'All right?' cried Cindy .'Can't you see
'I feel as rotten as can be!'
She beat her fist against the wall,
And shouted, 'Get me to the Ball!
'There is a Disco at the Palace!
'The rest have gone and I am jealous!
'I want a dress! I want a coach!
'And earrings and a diamond brooch!
'And silver slippers, two of those!
'And lovely nylon panty hose!
'Done up like that I'll guarantee
'The handsome Prince will fall for me!'
The Fairy said, 'Hang on a tick.'
She gave her wand a mighty flick
And quickly, in no time at all,
Cindy was at the Palace Ball!

It made the Ugly Sisters wince
To see her dancing with the Prince.
She held him very tight and pressed
herself against his manly chest.
The Prince himself was turned to pulp,
All he could do was gasp and gulp.
Then midnight struck. She shouted,'Heck!
I've got to run to save my neck!'
The Prince cried, 'No! Alas! Alack!'
He grabbed her dress to hold her back.
As Cindy shouted, 'Let me go!'
The dress was ripped from head to toe.

She ran out in her underwear,
And lost one slipper on the stair.
The Prince was on it like a dart,
He pressed it to his pounding heart,
'The girl this slipper fits,' he cried,
'Tomorrow morn shall be my bride!
I'll visit every house in town
'Until I've tracked the maiden down!'
Then rather carelessly, I fear,
He placed it on a crate of beer.

At once, one of the Ugly Sisters,
(The one whose face was blotched with blisters)
Sneaked up and grabbed the dainty shoe,
And quickly flushed it down the loo.
Then in its place she calmly put
The slipper from her own left foot.
Ah ha, you see, the plot grows thicker,
And Cindy's luck starts looking sicker.

Next day, the Prince went charging down
To knock on all the doors in town.
In every house, the tension grew.
Who was the owner of the shoe?
The shoe was long and very wide.
(A normal foot got lost inside.)
Also it smelled a wee bit icky.
(The owner's feet were hot and sticky.)
Thousands of eager people came
To try it on, but all in vain.
Now came the Ugly Sisters' go.
One tried it on. The Prince screamed, 'No!'
But she screamed, 'Yes! It fits! Whoopee!
'So now you've got to marry me!'
The Prince went white from ear to ear.
He muttered, 'Let me out of here.'
'Oh no you don't! You made a vow!
'There's no way you can back out now!'
'Off with her head!'The Prince roared back.
They chopped it off with one big whack.
This pleased the Prince. He smiled and said,
'She's prettier without her head.'
Then up came Sister Number Two,
Who yelled, 'Now I will try the shoe!'
'Try this instead!' the Prince yelled back.
He swung his trusty sword and smack
Her head went crashing to the ground.
It bounced a bit and rolled around.
In the kitchen, peeling spuds,
Cinderella heard the thuds
Of bouncing heads upon the floor,
And poked her own head round the door.
'What's all the racket? 'Cindy cried.
'Mind your own bizz,' the Prince replied.
Poor Cindy's heart was torn to shreds.
My Prince! she thought. He chops off heads!
How could I marry anyone
Who does that sort of thing for fun?

The Prince cried, 'Who's this dirty slut?
'Off with her nut! Off with her nut!'
Just then, all in a blaze of light,
The Magic Fairy hove in sight,
Her Magic Wand went swoosh and swish!
'Cindy! 'she cried, 'come make a wish!
'Wish anything and have no doubt
'That I will make it come about!'
Cindy answered, 'Oh kind Fairy,
'This time I shall be more wary.
'No more Princes, no more money.
'I have had my taste of honey.
I'm wishing for a decent man.
'They're hard to find. D'you think you can?'
Within a minute, Cinderella
Was married to a lovely feller,
A simple jam maker by trade,
Who sold good home-made marmalade.
Their house was filled with smiles and laughter
And they were happy ever after.

 

 

- Roald Dahl

[Simon Whitechapel]

Get Up, Stand Up

 

Get up, stand up, stand up for your right

Get up, stand up, stand up for your right

Get up, stand up, stand up for your right

Get up, stand up, don't give up the fight

 

Preacher man don't tell me heaven is under the earth

I know you don't know what life is really worth

Is not all that glitters in gold and

Half the story has never been told

So now you see the light, aay

Stand up for your right. Come on

 

Get up, stand up, stand up for your right

Get up, stand up, don't give up the fight

 

Most people think great God will come from the sky

Take away ev'rything, and make ev'rybody feel high

But if you know what life is worth

You would look for yours on earth

And now you see the light

You stand up for your right, yeah!

 

Get up, stand up, stand up for your right

Get up, stand up, don't give up the fight

Get up, stand up. Life is your right

So we can't give up the fight

Stand up for your right, Lord, Lord

 

Get up, stand up. Keep on struggling on

Don't give up the fight

 

We're sick and tired of your ism and skism game

Die and go to heaven in Jesus' name, Lord

We know when & we understand

Almighty God is a living man

You can fool some people sometimes

But you can't fool all the people all the time

So now we see the light

We gonna stand up for our right

 

So you'd better get up, stand up, stand up for your right

Get up, stand up, don't give up the fight

Get up, stand up, stand up for your right

Get up, stand up, don't give up the fight

 

Bob Marley

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q7iXcKKpdx0

[viyola]

"Pleši, ko si zlomljen.

Pleši, ko si strgal okove.

Pleši sredi boja.

Pleši v svoji krvi.

Pleši, ko si popolnoma svoboden.

Pokrij ušesa na svoji glavi, ki poslušajo večinoma laži in cinične šale. Obstajajo stvari, ki jih je vredno slišati in videti.

Glasba. Ples. Briljanten kraj znotraj tvoje duše!" (Rumi)

[A65]

 

IMENA

Pronađeš negde nekakvog Mišu,
nekakvog Gorana,
Dragana,
Svetu,
pronađeš drugare nalik na sebe
i staneš tako i ne veruješ
da ima neko kao ti- isti,
na ovom drukčijem svetu.

I ništa ne mora da se kaže.
Sve se unapred zna i razume.
Možda te neke Mire sad traže.

Možda Gordana neka ne ume
bez tebe,
Jelene,
Milice,
Vide,
do nekog ogromnog sunca da ide.

I ne znaš koliko kao ti – takvih
večeras ponovo nekog nemaju.

I ne znaš koliko kao ti – istih
za susret sa tobom baš sad se spremaju.

I ne znaš ko su to, kao ti – divni
i što su jastuke suzama vlažili.

A lepo ste se mogli sresti
samo da ste se malo potražili.

I KREĆEŠ U ŽIVOT S POGREŠNIM NEKIM.

S DRUKČIJIM NEKIM.

NEKIM DALEKIM.

A Boris,
Vera,
Vladan
i Sanja
još uvek samo tebe sanja

 

(Miroslav Mika Antić)

[Silica]

Enough

Enough. These few words are enough.
If not these words, this breath.
If not this breath, this sitting here.
This opening to the life
we have refused
again and again
until now.
Until now.


- David Whyte

[domoljubka]

~Taja Kramberger:

 

Zamenjava očes

 

Zadošča, da si zamislim breg ali sedim na
verandi, in že, kakor dolge vitke ladje s premcem
izpodrivajo vodo, izpodrivam prostor s pisavo.

 

A voda se vrne, kakor ljubezen, v prostor: v tvoja globoka
vodnjaka v očeh. Zamenjava očesi: zdaj imam jaz eno svoje oko
in eno tvoje in ti imaš eno moje oko in eno svoje.

 

Skozi tvoje oko gledam sebe, svoje roke, odtis
svojega telesa med rjuhami, opazujem trikotnike
odsotnosti tvojih dlani med svojimi prsti.

 

In otožnost ograje mariborskega balkona, tihe sence
ulic tvojega otroštva, gibe rok, ki listajo strani, tvoje nežne in
drhteče premike v meni, opazujem skozi tvoje oko.

 

Ljubezen gleda s široko razprtimi vekami skozi
vsa štiri očesa. Pretočna je, kakor so pretočne reke,
ki tečejo v vseh mogočih, ne le štirih, smereh neba.

 

Dokler ne poteče zamenjava očes in pogledov, ljudje
zaman pritiskajo na prazne črpalke ljubezenskih vodnjakov.

[Silica]

Šel je popotnik skozi atomski vek

in je srečal človeka,

ki je razložil njegovo dušo.

Razložil jo je, zložiti pa je ni več znal.

Popotnik mu je plačal,

kar je terjal,

spravil tako razloženo dušo v kovček

in je šel naprej.

Od psihiatra do psihiatra.

In vsi so bili kakor otroci,

ki jemljejo drug drugemu igračo iz rok,

katero so razložili,

da bi jo znova zložili,

a vse zastonj -,

pa tudi če jo zložijo,

jo zložijo narobe.

In ko je nazadnje, truden od vsega tega,

pozabil kovček v čakalnici,

je imel težave

v uradu za najdene predmete,

saj ni znal povedati,

kakšna je bila njegova duša.

Vse, kar je vedel, je bilo to,

da je bila razložena,

takšnih razloženih duš

pa je dosti in vsak dan več.

 

M. B.