Ni cela leva polovina meseca me noćas neće zasititi. I kao jabuka da mi padne u krilo, prepuštam je ništavilu. Noć u meni je gladna, a mesec je samo privid tvoje senke...
I am not I. I am this one walking beside me whom I do not see, whom at times I manage to visit, and whom at other times I forget; the one who remains silent while I talk, the one who forgives, sweet, when I hate, the one who takes a walk when I am indoors, the one who will remain standing when I die. by Juan Ramon Jimenez
Tuesday 26 October 2010
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