Vedno pogosteje me obišče pradavno hrepenenje, ki noče ostati skrito. Objame me, to drobno sonce. In ga objamem nazaj. In stopiva se v nekaj tiho-mehkega. In tam je vse dobro.
More and more often it visits me, that ancient longing that doesn't want to remain hidden. It hugs me gently, that tiny sun. And I hug it back. And we melt into something quiet and soft. And everything is all right there.
