Naše oci – Our eyes

Naše oci je zalila
lava goreca.
In sivi prah
Cementnih stolpov
Spekel nas v ustnice.
Kot drevje gorece
smo se nagnili
v novi dan.
Our eyes
Our eyes were flooded
with burling lava.
And the grey dust
of cement towers
burnt our lips.
Like burning trees
we leaned
into a new day.
Srečko Kosovel (1904-1926)
Pictured: Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives, movie directed by Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2010  – still

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