Poezija

Da v teži po svobodi b’la bi srečna Aspekt je moj ob množici užitka. Naj usoda moja nikdar ne bo bridka, Afera vsaka naj bo čim manj tečna. Jesenski vonj naj bo edina žeja, Edina žalost naj bo toplo pivo, Filozofije bistvo naj bo krivo – Užitek poglavitna je ideja! Nikdar naj me ne sreča pamet zdrava; Kaj svet mi bo z limitami, problemi? Cikorija ni nič drugač’ kot kava. […]

Na pragu deklica stoji zgubljeno.S črnino skriva nje skrbi pereče,oči sijaj bledi v odsevu sveče:srce boleče ni osvobojeno. Z bodicami telo je prepredeno,po hrbtu praska z nohti prav preteče,iz bede ven obupano se vlečein grlo mlado je že osmojeno. Lase od glave mati vleče zlate,z vsemi štirimi kričé se brani,a najbolj od vseh je jezna nate. Vseeno hladno kri navzven ohrani,počasi ‘zvija se ‘s krvave vatein v sebi zlomljeno kriči:

Twenty-six more nights Twice getting drunk Five cringey poems One good cry And I’ll get over you.

I’m moving with the speed of light so fast I haven’t noticed that time stopped. Don’t go any faster, he says, or you’ll go back in time. Slow down. You cannot outrun time. Going too fast will return you to the past and you’ll have to do it all over again. And again. And again. Until you learn that rushing through life will get you nowhere.

She’s going 120 in 130 zonehow dare sheThe lady is counting coinstoo slowyou’re in a hurryhow does she not see you’re in a hurrygo faster go fasterOf course you need to dowhat’s best for youHe said what?he knows nothing about youDon’t tell her thiswhat she doesn’t know won’t hurt herrightrightyou did nothing wrongnot reallywe’re all just humanrightAnd you’re angrybecause they don’t respect youIt’s not your faulttheir life is badyou sacrificed

Primi me za roko. Pelji me okrog sveta.Enkrat, dvakrat.Plavat s kiti,božat severne medvede,letet z orli. Iskat zlatona koncu mavrice,obiskat dobre vile,ukrast van GoghovoZvezdno noč. Daj mi ravbarsko,da se odrinem do Marsa.Greva na Titanpostavit vodnjak,da ne zmanjka vodena poti do Gaie. Skočiva vanjo.Pokaži mi nov svet.Ustvari ga z mano. V tvojih očehnajdem vesolje.Daj, pelji meše en krog.

For the longest timeI didn’t travel because I had no money,I didn’t tell jokes because they didn’t seem funny, I didn’t invite friends over for dinnerbecause it wasn’t that tasty whatever I cooked,I didn’t dance because it wasn’t graciousthe way that I looked. I didn’t take photos because I felt ugly and plain,and even if I did, I wouldn’t post them onlinebecause I thought I’d look vain. I didn’t wear

He asks her what she doesand she wants to reply with “I explore. I glidethrough life,nurturing my curiosity.I’m a lover of lifeand life’s lover.I’m an artistcreating experiencesand opportunities.I’m an advocate of kindnessa capturer of glimmersa storytellera traveller through time.” Instead, she says “I’m an economist.You?”

Kako zlahka pozabimo biti nežni do drugih. Z enim vdihom in enim samim izdihom. Kako zlahka pozabimo njihove zgodbe – kot, da smo edini (ki čutimo). Edini, ki si kupimo šopek belih vrtnic, da smo nežni do sebe. Kako zlahka pozabimo, da tudi on sanja hrepeni motri (njen pogled) stežka zaspi. Kako zlahka pozabim, da – tako, kot jaz – tudi ti (sramujoč se) varuješ svoje najgloblje skrivnosti in da