Sam.

Hitim.

Od jutra do večera.

Utrujen zaspim.

Lovim tenutke
dneva,
lovim poglede ljudi,
ki jim nekaj pomeni
moja bežna
beseda.

Sam.

Hitim.

Od jutra do večera.

Utrujen zaspim.

In tako vsak dan.
Ne živim več,
ne fotografiram,
ne pišem
ne plešem,
ne rišem ...

Ali sploh še živim,
ali sem le senca,
le odsev pojemajočega sonca
v življenju
nekega vesoljskega
večera?!

Just a shadow

Alone.
Rushed.

From morning till night.

Tired, I fall asleep.

I chase fleeting
moments of the day,
I chase the gazes of people,
for whom my passing
words mean something.

Alone.
Rushed.

From morning till night.

Tired, I fall asleep.

And so it goes every day.
I no longer live,
no longer photograph,
write
dance,
draw...

Do I still live at all,
or am I just a shadow,
just a reflection of the fading sun
in the life
of a cosmic
evening?!

Tomaž Jevšenak