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Staro 23.10.2004, 01:24
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ZENE

Zene su s Venere bica, sto zive kod nas.
Pretrazujemo ih prstima, zeleci ih prouciti.
Cini se, da one znaju nesto bolje od nas,
nesto, sto mi ne zelimo dokuciti.
Kad ih prstima izbodemo,
mi tvrdimo, da ih znamo i odemo.

One ostaju i nikad im ne mozemo sve otet.
To nas ljuti i mi kusamo opet.

Ali kroza sve dane one nam ostaju strane,
I – mozda ce se jednom natrag na Veneru popet.


--Ivan Slamnig

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Staro 23.10.2004, 01:30
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Citat:
quote:Originalna objava snif

Za Doxi: (evo še ena od mene)
...

Ostal bom večen večen kot zvezda na nebu,
večen kot list na drevesu, večen kot ti.
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Staro 23.10.2004, 01:33
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Sem mogu neki napisat, ker smo se včasih kr dost pogovarjal. In je blo zmeri fajn.





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Staro 23.10.2004, 01:35
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...Thanks ...mas prav
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Staro 23.10.2004, 01:37
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...

Vse kar izgleda oprijemljivo
vse kar izgleda nedosegljivo
vse kar je shranjeno v spominih
vse kar prinasajo novi trenutki

vsi razstopljeni obcutki
so ustvarjalec novih oblik
ki se kreirajo iz prezivetih delcev,
da bi zaziveli za trenutek,
ki prihaja v praznini vesolja in cloveskega raja...
za mene
za tebe
za socloveka

za nase nasmehe
za nase solze
za nasa hrepenenja
za nasa dojemanja - za nasa zivljenja

--Doxi
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Staro 23.10.2004, 02:00
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Lepo. Je tut zanimivo kej sam napisat, k hočeš enmu neki povedat.





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Staro 28.10.2004, 17:19
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Alive

I saw a landing gull
haul in his wings
from flight, and thought:

'There is a going out into the dark
and a coming in out of the dark
one finds oneself between.

As between the ringing
of the hammer in cold air,
and the actual hammer-blow, witnessed
at a distance.

Or between the object and the
extremity of its lengthened
evening shadow.

Or between the words that come
out of the mouth, and those
that were in the mind before.'

One hovers
between the whole egg
and its breaking.

--Robyn Sarah

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Staro 28.10.2004, 17:31
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LEAVING

We take one step at a time when we leave
a love, a job, a belief
after spending days, perhaps months, years
dismissing doubts
their presence, ripples in the air
that can be as soft as moths
wings we pretend are only
the ordinary in and out of our breath
clouds against windows
clear, and one day we see our world differently
feel our hands press against that glass
the cold of it flinging us back
one last time
into the heart of a home we have known
where each piece in its usual place
seems rearranged
as if we are already gone --

--Sandy Shreve
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Staro 29.10.2004, 20:30
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...kanadcan o Kubi ...

Havana All Night Long

A river of stars and planets floods the sky
yet you seldom see people look up that high

maybe because they are too busy trying not to
fall into one of the sudden pits you find everywhere
a pit the size of a coffin and depth of a grave
or a tree growing out of the sidewalk and you
always bump into it though you know it's there
it's so dark you need a torch a flashlight but even if
you could find one it would cost six months wages

Not heavy but very noisy motorized traffic in Havana
so when the traffic dies out around three in the morning
then in the silence the roosters start crying
calling to one another from block to block

There are no roosters who crow like Havana roosters
they are louder than any blast on any trumpet
and much more melancholy these roosters with duende
and so full of horrendous pent-up desire and fear

There is one rooster on every block
and many chickens for every rooster
the roosters their cries are full of blood
heart-stopping as the howl of an arctic wolf

Around five in the morning the streetsweepers
one to every block start sweeping the streets
volunteers on a rotation basis happy to be alive
pleased to be playing their part mopping sweeping
and making the dark streets shine in the early light
and listening to the roosters answering each other
some near some far some here some there some nowhere

Cooperative streetsweepers competitive roosters
and here and there a teenage guard with an old rifle
and a long bayonet they smile they want to talk
but no thank you I'll just move on

and the roosters keep it up until the traffic
starts roaring again around seven in the morning

and this is the time you can go anywhere in Havana
and nobody notices you nobody bothers you
and you don't have to be continually saying
yo deseo nada or yo prefiero estar a fondo solo
nobody grabs your arm and says mi amigo sarcastically
nobody sticks their face in yours and makes sucking sounds
nobody wants to gaze into your eyes or lead you to paradise
nobody wants you to give them ten bucks for a box of cigars
or a U.S. dollar for five hundred pesos nobody wants you
to play Cuban poker with them for no money nobody wants
to take you fishing off the bridge give you a free cigar
nobody wants to look over their shoulder and tell you
all this Communist horse**** is a bunch of propaganda

It is as if you are blessedly magically invisible
and the streets are full of people quietly slowly
meandering their way to work in a perfectly blessed world

and the waves come crashing silently over the Melacón seawall
and the rising sun gleams on the freshly washed streets
and on the sides of the sensational old buildings along the Prado
(they look so nice in early morning as do los habaneros guapos)

--David W. McFadden

...Prado
[img]http://www.caus.vt.edu/graphics/habana/prado.gif
[/img]
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Staro 29.10.2004, 20:42
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... se malo kanadcanov...

The Secret Place

There's a place I go, inside myself,
Where nobody else can be,
And none of my friends can tell it's there—
Nobody knows but me.

It's hard to explain the way it feels,
Or even where I go.
It isn't a place in time or space,
But once I'm there, I know.

It's tiny, it's shiny, it can't be seen,
But it's big as the sky at night . . .
I try to explain and it hurts my brain,
But once I'm there, it's right.

There's a place I know inside myself,
And it's neither big nor small,
And whenever I go, it feels as though
I never left at all.

--Dennis Lee
 

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