Again 
Fall. 
Submerging underneath the changes of the colors. Scents of soil cooling to an inward  state. Inverting greens to browns, while reds shine. Apples. The carbon in our apple pies was made in the interiors of collapsing stars. So, remember traces of being shy, biting into the apple pie..? Sit near me, by the fire, come see my body shine where everything is invisible, because we stand in the midst of a transition..much closer to life. Lets not spend too much time on being shy..Then, lets listen, on the folding edges of transitions...gone into seemingly uneventful innermost. 

catching poetry on my facebook wall

The other wolf is joy

after all this struggle for so many years we grow partially

especially for you i follow river

words are very inside out

the art of closeness and other stories

madame gravity

be wild

your task is not to seek for love

i am blind and ignorant...haaa

floating is a feeling you know

shitty place is on the other side of words

i have done it again

a project that became known as a heart is breaking

help

forest is no light just moon

is is...yes only is

anyway i will never understand why

(How it was done?...I threw my eyes over my facebook wall page and read randomly around, ...fusing, catching, connecting...)

A saturday ze(A)n from Maribor ;)

...brace yourself always for an embrace..and run with open arms..and learn to hit the trees and then eat the apples that fall from them.

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...words measure distances between our hidden...and invent perspectives...and evoke a passionate quest for finding out the truths...yet they live behind ANOTHER...A NOT HER...AN OTHER.

My face sheltering between my hands

i dream of running through a forest

my clothes shed gently

like the tears trying to undress the eyes

stroked by branches

layer after layer i give in

my feet get black as i gently wake up worms

i stomp and soften through my fear

my skin

u n fo ld in g

i run and jump until my tissues turn inside out

i hug a tree and feel it for the first time.

my after summer close-ups

..i have a stone taken from the sea, memories of a sunset and a warm wind over the pine tree forest. I have a vivid picture of an ant crawling into the crack of the read soil where i walk and where little olive trees face the waves. I have here, with all the memories until now and i have a mind that is playing its own game with all of them. There is a sense of a contradictory density, like when you float in the sea with your ears in the water hearing the density and feeling the lightness..my memories are those sounds and i am searching for the silence.

bones

Through my bone, where i am constantly emerging

through the same one that will be left behind, a silent witness, an evidence of my existence..

Through my bone that captures all the softness of my blood

and resists the pressure of all storms..

Through my house that joins the life and death..

Through that i reach towards you

hoping that i am navigating right.