mes rêves.

kdo bi mi verjel,

če bi mu rekel, da si nekaj posebnega?

nočem biti paradižnik.

nočem končati v solati

v gradu,

na oblaku...

kjer so podgane prijazne in se pustijo božati

pojdi z mano

rad bi te odpeljal na potovanje.

grizljaš mi uho, medtem ko švigam

med drugimi vesoljskimi ladjami

GLEJ GLEJ GLEJ GLEJ GLEJ KAKO LEPO!!

sonce je ravnokar vzšlo izza nekega roza planeta.

zvezde se sproti topijo in hlapijo v poljube.

ogromen vrabec naju prime, ampak naju

ne nosi vsakega zase, svoje kremplje

stisne skupaj kjer sva ujeta, v dvigalu

se spuščava na tla. kar naenkrat

me zbudi tvoj poljub.

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who would believe me,

if had said you're special?

i don't want to end up like a tomato.

a salad tomato.

in a castle,

on a cloud...

where rats are kind and swept away by gentle strokes

come away with me

i want to take you to see the universe.

you're nibbling on my ear, as i'm swishing

in between space ships.

LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOK ISN'T IT NICE!!

the sun had just risen from behind a pink planet.

a giant sparrow reaches for us, but he

carries us so that we are trapped together in his claws, in an elevator.

we are going down, and all of a sudden

i am awaken by your kiss.

(mes rêves.)

La Science des Rêves

In dreams emotions are overwhelming.

STEPHANE MIROUX

krila.

zavil bi te v nežne, rdeče rjuhe,
ti s tihim šepetom ustvarjal najlepše sanje,
sešil bi ti krila,
se ti pustil voditi do tvojega skrivališča,
te oblekel v oblačke,
jih zanalašč razpihal,
da bi te lahko gledal kako zardevaš,
zvezdam v tvojih očeh bi dodal še one, z neba,
sonce...
ti že si sonce.

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i would wrap you in the softest of red sheets,
weave beautiful dreams with silent whispers,
mold the lightest of wings from the earth beneath your soul,
i would let you lead me to your secret place.
dress you in sweet clouds,
breathe them in, just to see you blush,
kiss the stars in your eyes,
see them make friends with my heart,
together, they would shine like the sun,
that you already are.

(clouds.)

skupaj.

nežno zavita v moje obljube,
s konicami prstov ti gladim telo.
k meni privita, ujeta v poljube,
skupaj ustvarjava si novo nebo.

in nikjer, nikjer ne piše, da morajo to
ostati sanje.

"It's was precisely you I longed for."

i've just scrolled my way
thru half of the interweb.
you've just signed in on your side.
i get a popup.
it's right next to "It was precisely you I longed for."

La Science des Rêves

I am collecting beautiful objects.
A pair of shoes.
Some glasses.
Telephone.
Typewriter.

They are made from wood and felt.
With apparent stitches.
Their delicate and finished appearance is friendly.
And they are quiet.

(Stephanie made them and I will expose them in an exibition.)
STEPHANE MIROUX

bom.

plavam med tvojimi lasmi,
pijem kapljice svežega potu.
gradim si splave, ki me vozijo
gor in dol po tvojem vlažnem hrbtu.

oblizujem ti rebra,
vrtam luknje v vrat.
in zraven poslušam
simfonijo tvojega srca
še zadnjikrat.

prišla in odšla
    na sapici poljubov
    in nervoznih nasmehov.

pogrešal te bom.