Poetry

Did you ever stare at your existence gaze

As if with answers it somehow should amaze?

Look for an answer from before,

That lives in a closet from the days of yore.

How to live with others in a way

So that saying that we indeed are good is not us

merely putting on a play.

So – think of all that’s good on our path,

Of the love we all are dealt

That may yesterday, today, tomorrow perhaps be felt.

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You set the rules,

Your shrieking fills the room.

Oh, dear girl – you shall be my doom.

Maybe sometimes you yearn

That someone, besides me, for you would bleed,

Oh, dear girl – you’re my doom indeed.

All eyes are set on you – the young, the old,

And of couples, drunk and loud,

Yet I am nowhere amidst the crowd.

We had a fight just last night,

We always tried to make things right,

But alas, you shut the door,

And I’ll see you nevermore.

Written by: Gaja Šurc

Translation by: Tilen Kralj