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
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...
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