PREČKANJE SLEDI – CROSSING THE TRACKS

NOČ BREZ SMEHA	A NIGHT WITHOUT LAUGHTER
prideš kot pride smrt v noči polni besed in ležeš v bel mrtvaški prt – v pesem	You come like death itself in a night full of words and lie in white burial shroud – in song

KATEDRALA	CATHEDRAL
zlato na oltarju in vonj po kadilu – vsa praznina katedrale boga	golden on the altar and soft scen tof incense – the vast emptiness

MORJE	THE SEA
Zazrt v obzorje ne opazim, Da se od tam, s tisoči valov Že od nekdaj Pretakaš vame	gazing at horizon, I don’t notice that from there, with thoudands of waves you have always been flowing into me

POTOVANJE	YOURNEY
med romanjem se dotikava obstanem ko ti obstaneš in potujem ko si ob meni pretakava se iz včeraj v danes in jutri v včeraj potujem v tvojem potovanju	on pilgr’mage we touch so tnat I stop when you stop and I move only when you are beside me we flow from yesterday into today and from tomorrOW back into yesterday I move Within Your journey

FEBRUARSKA NOČ	FEBRUARY NIGHT
si ti tavajoča misel v praznini noči slaboten zvok bitja mojega srca si res ti prebujajoča se pomlad	are you a passing thought in the emptiness of night a faint sound of my heart beating are you trully the awakening spring

V VETRU	IN THE WIND
Razbite besede, ostrina črepinj v mehkobi svilenih rjuh. V tišini, kjer sem samo še dih in potepčuh, jesenski vetrovi me nosijo preko mnogih pomladi.	Broken words, the sharpness of shards in the softness of silk sheets In silence, where I am only breath and a wanderer, the autumn winds carry me through many springs.

PESEK V USTIH	SAND IN OUR MOUTH
v naročje ran polagajo oblake in peščene gradove nad njimi vso svojo preračunljivost iz katere polzi sipek pesek ki nam polni usta da molčimo	they place clouds into our laps and sandcastle above them all their calculation, from which loose sand slips, filling our mouths so that we stay silent

NOTRANJI SVET	THE INNER WORLD
znotraj ni črno –bel, barvit in topel je, kot duša izza zartih oči	inside mot black–and–white, it is warm and colored, like a soul behind shut lids of eyes

POTOVANJE (VIII)	THE JOURNEY (VIII)
ljubezen, k tebi potujemo (Beatrice, Laura, Dulcinea, Julija, ...), muza, z neštetimi imeni v slepeči svetlobi se nam z nasmehom oddaljuješ da je nase potovanje le lebdenje nekje, med zemljo in nebom	golden on the altar and soft scen tof incense – the vast emptiness

RAZPELO	CRUCIFIX
Razpet čez boke se pogrezam vate vse dokler ne zaprem oči kot Bog	Stretched across your hips I sink into you Until I finally close my eyes Like God