Prgišče peska(A sand grain)

Prgišče peska

Prgišče peska...v puščavi.
V poplavi rumenih zrn.
Večni veter jih valuje.
Tiha senca hodi po puščavi.
Bliža se vihar.

Nič se ne vidi.
Pesek sili v oči.
Oči zasolzijo,
stresajo kile peska iz sebe.
Za boljši vid.

Konec z viharjem.
Nič več ni sence.
Senca puščave leži na tleh.
Jastrebi se zbirajo pod nebom.
Kljuvajo truplo pri živem telesu.


A sand grain

Sand grain...in the desert.
In the flood of yellow grains.
The eternal wind waves them around.
Quiet shadow is wondering in the desert.
The storm is approaching.

Nothing can be seen.
The sand is filling my eyes.
Eyes become teared,
shaking the sand in pounds.
For better vision.

End of the storm.
The shadow has dissapeared.
The shadow of desert is down.
Vaulchers are circling the sky,
pecking the flesh of a living carcass.