Astute Silence

this is not how you leave
with indistinct howling in the synapses
as if I was a bitter aftertaste of the night
or a forgotten suitcase in a compartment of the night train
from Paris to Munich

this is not how you leave
allowing no balance in everyday or in repetition
as if you have forgotten how to count
I wish I was as close as a separation
when there's no trace of your void

 

this is not how you leave
hunching over your footprints in the sea
cluttering a certain kind of nearness and
nothing but oblivion
into my pores

Lucija Lotus Mlinarič

Andrejka

Poslano:
19. 06. 2017 ob 18:04

Ob takšni dobri pesmi mora človek resnično uravnotežit svoja razburkana čustva. Najbolje med vožnjo z vlakom, čisto sam v kupeju, in potem dolgo premišljevati...

Lp

A

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Lucija Lotus Mlinarič

Poslano:
19. 06. 2017 ob 18:48

Hvala ;) 

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