spomini

Ko se  zjutraj zbudiš, za trenutek še vse zgleda dobro.  Potem pa te prešine. In kot pušica zarije v srce.

Ni ga več. Na kuhinjskem  pultu še vedno stoji njegova skodelica, na polici stoji kamion iz lego kock… Vse stvari postanejo mrtve – brez roke, ki se jih je dotikala.. Ne bo ga več nazaj. Ni ga več… Postal je angel.

When you wake up in the morning, for a moment everything looks good. Then something  crosses my mind.  It  is like a bolt digs into the heart.
He is gone. On the kitchen counter still stands his cup,  on the shelf there is a truck from Lego blocks … All things are become dead – with no hands that can touch it .. He will not come  back. He is gone. He is angel now.

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