Radić Stojan

Stojan Radic

V to jutro sem vstopil kot v nobeno prej, zasanjan pogled

čez utrujena ramena je srečal senco zadnjega pozdrava,

Vonj jesenske balade je zlomil vrat ključavnici polni idej

in nebo se je rodilo v barvah v katerih sem izgubil tvojo sled …

Pod korakom tvojih čustev se stopinje topijo v suhe solze,

Veter mojih rok je postal pregrob za tvoje prašne delce

s katerimi si uspešno prekrila vsebino mojih ran,

Bal sem se tega jutra a slišal sem ga trkati v moje sanje

Od tukaj nadaljujem sam, od tukaj, kjer sva si delila stran

je ostal le slepi sijaj biserov, ki še vedno tava po ogrlici

in počiva tam kjer je moj poljub umiral … in spet se srečava

a takrat za nama svet bo mlačen, star in siv …

To jutro se je poslovila na nepozaben način

pustila je le dlan na levi strani mojega obraza

da se lahko zagledam v črto življenja in usodo

v kateri njeno vlogo igra neka druga tuga

p.s. to jutro sem te prvič dihal ...

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Morning, I enter was like no one before, dreams behind my eyes

slides over tired shoulders, trying to find shadow of last goodbye

Smell of autumn ballad is a neck braker for a lock full of ideas and

my sky is born in colours in which I lost your path…

Under the step of your feelings my footsteps are melting into dry tears,

wind of my arms became to agressive for your lonely dust,

same dust you used to cover content of my wounds

I was afraid of this morning, but I saw it in my dreams

From here on, I am on my own, from the part where we used to share sides

I can only see blind shine from pearls crawling over your necklace trying

to rest where my kiss died…do not worry wee meet again

but than, world will be cold, old and grey

This morning she said goodbye in unforgettable way

she left her palm on the left side of my face

so i can look in to her life line and destiny

which her role is playing by some other sorrow…

p.s. that morning, for the first time, I was breathing you