Gredoč

Mirno se je ustavu diretivo pred mojimi vrati. Sedel sem na rosin klopi pod skalom, še zlo dojemljiv od večera prestavlu iz roke v roko učinke potem.Naložen na polno in popolnoma siv je z leti ta dobir dobil. Z zamaknjenim nasmehom, čekajoč predajo, sej obrnil: Si šej za? Ni me motu in nisem ga zmotu, zato je vse ostal tiho.Ni blo dvoma a prkimat al ne.Cajt je že bil, daj blo čakanja dovolj.Cajt za detalje je končno vsklil.

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Gredoč
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20.8 do 28.8.2009
Studio osem, Soteska 8, Ljubljana



My mentor my love my life i wonder why are You so silent. I drow my shit right on the ground as if ill dig much closer to You.Your canvas - my pan hand in hand we almost menage to count the three before they pick me up,to pick on me. My moentor my life my love i hace to wonder again. Butwith this bottle of ink with a blink of an eye You and I - canvas and pen succeed and open the act of a piano and drums tense skin just dreaming of harmony when waking up on the milion string.
I start digging again. My manic reaction to a framework too big... belive me, my darling - Its not grave that I dig!