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.
Kako do nje ?
Tudi če skočim, do nje brez kril ne priletim.
(Nimam kril. Obstaja dvom, a bi me videla, četudi bi jih imel)
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