From time to time, I have to write a poem about life and things happening to me, my friends or to complete strangers. After all, a world is, looking from the bright side, beautiful ...
and of course, most of life isn't real.
ko ni sonca se zbudi
ni toplo ko nje tu ni
ko odide je predolgo ni
sprašujem se kje zdaj spi
in zakaj je ni
ko odide, hiša več ni dom
samo črnina in pogrom.
