Literature
Dust
you know, it was supposed to be something incredibly beautiful, something as a model, for others to be dressed in purity
the words carried sweetness, the sweetness covered the thorny core
We were supposed to mark the steps of the days with harmony, which with the jaggedness of their glows plot the noose of the hangman's net, I don't know anything today I don't know the hour or the day I won't guess who we are in the light of night and day you know the time, the deeds right left gray-brown to hell taken as a whole draw a sign of agony you don't know anything I don't think brightly
.......dust everywhere
veste, naj bi bilo nekaj neverjetno lepega, nekaj kot model, da bi bili drugi oblečeni v čistost
besede so nosile sladkost, sladkost je prekrivala trnovo jedro
S harmonijo naj bi označevali korake dni, ki z nazobčanostjo svojih žarkov načrtujejo zanko mreže rablja, danes ne vem ničesar, ne vem ne ure ne dneva, ne bom uganil, kdo smo v svetlobi noči in dneva, poznaš čas, dejanja desno levo sivo-rjava do pekla, vzeta kot celota, rišejo znak agonije, ne veš ničesar, ne mislim svetlo.
.......povsod prah
