Love makes true face fade with time.
It makes me feel tangible
and i realize i'm alive.
i am loved,
i can see my face,
i can feel my skin,
i can touch my thoughts and
i can touch my laughter.
with time and with your face
my face fades away;
layer by layer
veil by veil
until it
is not
there …
photo byLucia Jerman
V nespečno noč se nariše spomin -
iz časov, ko si v izobilju ljubezni
odločno trdila, da obstajajo stvari,
enakovredne ljubezni;
občutek, ko stojiš na vrhu gore,
ki ti je pred tem vzela sleherni dih;
biti del orkestra sredi Beethovnove 7. simfonije;
vstati tako zgodaj, da te enega izmed redkih
oplazijo prvi sončni žarki novega dne;
izgubiti se med policami stare knjigarne
in čutiti bitja src,
ki ti ne pripadajo.
Danes nisem več tako prepričana v to.
Vsako od teh občutji ima še vedno
vsaka svojo neskončnost;
a počasi spoznavam,
da je mogoče le res,
da jim le ljubezen podari tisto ožarjenost,
nevidni sij
popolne predanosti trenutku.
When the days slip
further into the past,
they get covered
with a thin veil
or a colored glass.
As they reapear
from a memory
they seem different;
warmer, softer, kinder.
I see you, as I see me.
We are not us
anymore, you see,
yet we seem closer now
to what we were before.
When the days slip
further into the past,
they slowly slip
into a matching frame
at long, long last.
