Autumn Is Comming
na odpadlo listje, na preplet vej, na jesenski zrak pišem tvoje ime ... I write your name ... still ... always ...
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Hidden Reality
What is a letter? Is it an object, in itself devoid of meaning? Or isn’t it … These are full of meaning, full of tangible reality, hiding beneath a golden veil … A day will come … A M V R Kaj je črka? Predmet sam po sebi brez pomena? Morda pa ne … Te imajo pomen, polne so oprijemljive resničnosti, ki se skriva pod zlato tančico … Pride dan …
Silver and Orange
It smells of autumn and I'm thinking of stones. They are piled up one on top of the other, even though I'm interested in only one of them. It's silver and orange with a salty taste. I know that even though I never tried to find out. It's constantly, relentlessly washed by the sea. I'm slowly moving away from blue paintings. It won't last long, I know … Orange looks good … for now … for a short while, anyway … Zunaj diši jesen, medtem ko razmišljam o kamnih. Nagrmadeni so drug vrh drugega, čeprav me zanima samo eden izmed njih. Oranžen je in srebrn. Vem, da je slan, čeprav nikoli nisem poskusila ugotoviti ali je res. Nenehno, neizprosno ga izpira morje. Počasi se oddaljujem od modre. Ne bo dolgo trajalo, vem … Všeč mi je oranžna … za zdaj …