četrtek, 31. oktober 2013

Moje misli

ker te sličice nakazujejo na to kar se mi podi po glavi
ker z njimi lažje izrazim svoje misli
ker je internet poln teh sličic, ki jih samo shraniš in prilimaš...
niso to vse
jih je še mnogo
so pa ene izmed mnogih
in nimajo posebnega vrstnega reda


























ponedeljek, 28. oktober 2013

Otrok

Po dolgem dnevu stopim v kopalnico, da bi se stuširala. Počasi slečem vsa oblačila in se hkrati opazujem pred ogledalom, ki mi seže samo do zgornjega dela telesa. V rdečem modrcu stojim pred njim, roka mi samodejno zdrsne na trebuh. Nič ni tam notri, se zavem, nobeno življenje, za katerega bi rada, da bi se zdaj tam notri razvijalo. Še vedno zrem predse z roko na trebuhu v ogledalo, ko mi pričnejo teči solze po licih. Nobenega otroka ne bo, vsaj ne še kmalu, ne glede na to kako močno si ga želim. Vse je uničeno. Bolečina seva iz mojih od solza mokrih oči, po licih pa še vedno tečejo solze. Vsi okoli mene imajo otroke ali pa jih nosijo v sebi. Zame so to lahko le sanje. S silo si obrišem solze, skrijem svoj obraz v roke in odidem pod tuš. Ko bi le lahko sprala bolečino iz moje duše in ne samo umazanijo z mojega telesa. Ko bi le lahko bilo tako preprosto.


nedelja, 15. september 2013

Six degrees of separation



You've read the books,
You've watched the shows,
What's the best way no one knows, yeah,
Meditate, get hypnotized.
Anything to take from your mind.
But it won't go, ohhhh ohhh
You're doing all these things out of desperation,
Ohhh ohhh,
You're going through six degrees of separation.

You hit the drink, you take a toke
Watch the past go up in smoke, yeah
Fake a smile, yeah, lie and say that,
You're better now than ever, and your life's okay
When it's not. No.
You're doing all these things out of desperation,
Ohhh ohhh,
You're going through six degrees of separation.

First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit you may have fucked up a little

(Oh no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself)
(No no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself)

You tell your friends, yeah, strangers too,
Anyone who'll throw an arm around you, yeah
Tarot cards
Gems and stones,
Believing all that shit is gonna heal your soul.
Well it's not, no, wohhhh

You're only doing things out of desperation,
Ohhh no,
You're goin' through six degrees of separation.

First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit you may have fucked up a little

No there's no starting over,
Without finding closure, you'd take them back,
No hesitation,
That's when you know you've reached the sixth degree of separation

Oh, no there's no starting over,
Without finding closure, you'd take them back,
No hesitation,
That's when you know you've reached the sixth degree of separation

First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit you may have fucked up a little

No, no, there ain't no help
It's every man for himself
You're goin' through six degrees of separation

No, no, there ain't no help
It's every man for himself
You're goin' through six degrees of separation

[x3: fading]
No, no, there ain't no help
It's every man for himself


petek, 6. september 2013

Množina

Nočem, da sva ti in jaz
Hočem, da sva midva
Nočem, da sva ednina
Hočem, da sva dvojina...
in nekoč množina.


sreda, 4. september 2013

Ti


Moje oči v množici iščejo samo tebe
razum reagira samo na tebe
telo potrebuje samo tebe
moja polovica srca je tvoja.
...množica ljudi okrog mene,
ki nič ne pomenijo
tebe pa nikjer, nikjer
da...da...
bi me presenetil
se izluščil iz množice
in stekel k meni
objel...stisnil k sebi
in odnesel daleč proč.


Žeja po ljubezni


Moja usta so suha
ti pa daleč proč
predaleč
in ni ti mar zame
ki bom umrla
od žeje po tebi.

Loneliness





When you are all alone
and have nobody
vse kar bi rad naredil je
pobegniti proč
zapreti oči
and forget all the memories
because it hurts so much
that you can't live with it.


Tears


All those tears
that come from my eyes
and lands on the pillow
so vse namenjene tebi
in samo tebi.


Bolečina v srcu...
je tisto zaradi česar težko živim...

Frozen Heart


Only what I can do is cry
and where there are no tears left
only that stays is a frozen rock except
a loving heart...


sobota, 26. januar 2013

Der Würfel

Der Würfel
spielt
um die
Hand
die ihn
fallen laßt.

Seine
Augen
lesen
in ihren
Linien
kein Glück.

Ena pesem

[s fb-ja, od nekoga status]


Vesel in strt odšel od nje bom stran,
ko bom uzrl ljubezen iz daljave,
ne vem pa, če bo kdaj prišel ta dan,
saj so med nama tolike daljave
in toliki koraki in ves svet,
jaz pa ne morem čez ta širni led  

[Jaufres Rudels]

sreda, 23. januar 2013

Dež


Dež v jesenskem gozdu,
ki se steka v neskončnost.
Prelivajoča se mavrica barv
te popelje v njo.
Ko kar stojiš tam
in občuduješ vso to lepoto narave.
Gozd, tako živ ...
počasi se umirja
počasi bo zaspal.
Nato bo prišel nov krog – pomlad
in ... neskončnost. 


sreda, 28. november 2012

Byron


Ljubezen žensk, ojoj! – to vsi priznajo –
je sicer mila, a nevarna stvar,
saj nanjo stavijo vse, kar imajo,
in če zgubé, jim čas prinaša v dar
le še grenak posmeh in kes in grajo;
njih maščevanje pa je kot udar
šap tigrice. A bes je le odraz
brezmejhnih muk, ki jih trpé ves čas.

Res moški je do moških kdaj krivičen,
do ženske pa le zmerom; njenim dnem
sta sojena en mož in kup sumničenj;
vzgojena, da prikriva strast ljudem,
jo pač tají, dokler kdo bolj petičen
si je ne kupi v zakon. In potem?
Potem sledé grob mož, mlad fant v omari,
obleke, pamži, farovž – pa smo stari.

Ta moli, druga ljubčka si dobi,
ta srkne kaj, ta kuha dan na dan,
ta s kom zbeži, prebere s tem skrbi,
zgubi pa vse, kar nudi častni stan.
Le redkokdaj se res kaj spremeni,
v prisilnem stanju je pač vse zaman
in to velja za luknje in sobane;
no, vmes katera kdaj čečka romane.

                                               Lord Byron, Don Juan

sreda, 31. oktober 2012

Posteljna ljubezen


Moji rdeči lasje
prelivajoč se na vzglavniku pod njim.
On nad mano
jaz pod njim.
Skupaj
v tistem trenutku
- ne traja večno.
Preliv-izliv ljubezni.
Posteljne ljubezni.
Vsaj en trenutek
sva oba popolna
brez misli
in težav.