Domen Stmsnik (Slovenia)

Domen Stmsnik (Slovenia)

TRI LETA*

Sediš nasproti mene tako blizu, da lahko ob?utim ritem tvoj’ga utripajo?ega srca.

In tvoja koža se dotika moje, ko se igrava s prsti najinih roka.

Pa vendar tvoj pogled je prazen in njega iskra se že dolgo ne iskri.

In ob?utka, ki me je preživljal tako dolgo ?asa, preprosto ni.

Tako oddaljena sva odtujena,

vsak v svojem svetu zamejena,

da po?asi zgubljava se med zidovi,

katerih temelj naj’ni so strahovi,

da sva na to?ki, ko prešla sva tisto mejo,

ki bi še ljubezni naj’ni potešila žejo.

THREE YEARS

You are sitting right beside me,

so close, that I can feel the beating of your pounding heart.

Your skin feels like mine, when we are trying not to be apart.

Yet, the darkness of your eyes can not tell a lie,

and the feeling of belonging evaporated in the winter sky.

Distant and remote, this is who we are.

Without direction, we are gazing far;

so far away, that I forgot about the ways that use to be,

blinded by the darkness in witch I can see,

that we already passed the moment in time,

when I was yours and you were mine.

*Vzeto iz naslova knjige Frederic-a Beigbeder-ja »Ljubezen traja tri leta«, ki govori o

minljivosti ljubezni.