Those we love
walk in freely
through the gates
of our walled cities
They seem to carry
with them everything
These beautiful people
who make a pattern
all their own
in the fabric
that covers and drapes
our hiding place
Where they touch
the new growth begins
Where they rest
the new shape forms
But when they tear away
they take more than
what was theirs
they take more than
what was theirs
..just a piece of our heart & 2dcl krvi
Mozda i nije tako puno, ko zna.
Lepo.
To beautiful people we love:
In every colour there’s the light.
In every stone sleeps a crystal.
Remember the shaman, when he used to say:
Man is the dream of the dolphin.
.. and this one is to us:
‘You’re pure-hearted and lovely, and you have never done a moment’s wrong.
But you are a living creature, born to make a real life, however it crack’s your heart’.
(gornji citat je pesma grupe ENIGMA), a ovaj je iz ‘Tender Morsels’ by Margo Lanagan.
Hvala, Gorane, ovo dira na lep nacin, nezno. U pravu si: this one’s to beautiful people, and this one’s to us!