Sul Campo Del Mare - Vilenica

V2-2010.PM51816/13/100, 12:14 PMThe Nucleus of DreamsMaja RazboršekFor half an oar into the dawn:A transparently purpleIn some places even azure morning...A street squeezed between stone housesBreathes with my indecisivenessShallowly and quicklyLike after a foolish run.First let me convince myselfThat I really am here.Then I may be able to convince the others, too.And as though reading from yellowed pages -The book is already falling apart:Icarus changed his sexAnd with this his fate...An Incomplete HestiaAnd it is autumn, even before it is...Loss follows lossSo that I barely recognizeHim who was a gift.Is a scream born from a sighOr is it the other way around?Is my pain a wellBored deep enoughFor all this loudness to disappear down itWithout threatening the guarded flame?Should I walk into melancholyOr remain sitting in lethargy?181