
I'm angry at drivers,
who zoom past with indifference,
the hum of engines a lullaby
to their careless navigation,
as shadows blend into the asphalt,
unlit street walkers,
moving like ghosts,
murmuring their silent stories
beneath flickering streetlights.
Every corner conceals a dance,
between who sees and who is seen,
the delicate balance of vigilance,
but many believe in a faulty contract—
if I’m here, you must know,
and yet the truth hangs thick,
like a fog that muffles cries
for sight and consideration.
Cyclists dart in and out,
their wheels spinning,
chasing the illusion of safety,
but the pulse of the city
beats too loud,
too frantic,
daring the oblivious
to embrace the calm
of brake lights fading.
How fragile this existence feels,
as people move through the night,
awash in darkness,
unrecognized,
while my heart races with anger,
fueled by the reckless echoes
of indifference,
a reminder to act,
to illuminate the shadows,
to see and be seen,
before a moment slips away.
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Jezen sem na voznike,
ki brezbrižno švigajo mimo,
brnenje motorjev je uspavanka
njihovi neprevidni navigaciji,
ko se sence zlijejo z asfaltom,
neosvetljeni ulični sprehajalci,
se premikajo kot duhovi,
mrmrajo svoje tihe zgodbe v telefone
pod utripajočimi uličnimi lučmi.
Vsak kotiček skriva ples,
med tistim, ki vidi, in tistim, ki je viden,
občutljivo ravnovesje čuječnosti,
vendar mnogi verjamejo v napačen sistem -
če sem tukaj, me moraš videti,
in vendar resnica je tu zamegljena,
kot megla, ki zaduši jok
za pogled in premislek.
Kolesarji drvijo noter in ven,
njihova kolesa se vrtijo,
lovijo iluzijo varnosti,
ampak utrip mesta
preglasno bije,
preveč je podivjan,
pozabljivi si drznejo
da bi sprejeli temo noči
in ugasnejo vse luči.
Kako krhek se zdi ta obstoj,
ko se ljudje premikajo skozi noč,
preplavljeni v temi,
neprepoznani,
medtem ko moje srce bije od jeze,
ki jih spodbujajo nepremišljeni odmevi
brezbrižnosti,
opomniki za ukrepanje,
osvetlite sence,
pusti se videti in biti viden,
preden trenutek uide.
Da, skrijemo se v temi, ali v brezglavem drvenju!
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Napisal/a: Tomaž Jevšenak
Uredniško pregledano.
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