Sound of Silence

 
Ispisala je pogled, staklenim riječima, pretvarajući se da ga šalje kroz zavjesu, vani, u neko, možda bezvremeno vrijeme. U vrijeme koje prolazi brže, a opet dovoljno polako. Na maleni otok. Proljetnih vrijednosti i jednostavnih pravila. Pazeći da ga ne slome kokosovi orasi. Tamo će se ušuljati u školjku. Jer netko bi je mogao staviti na uho i...pogledati u riječi...
 

"(...) She was a girl in a shell, cupped and held like a pearl in an oyster. He saw her as part of an accidentally beautiful composition: dark hair and eyes, scarlet fleece, tile fragments in a swirling pattern behind her. Frame, click! went his mental camera. These were the photographs that stayed in his mind: the ones he hadn't taken. (...)" (L. Newbery)

Ovo je dugo ali... "I lay my head upon your chest,my dark hair upon sea blue shirt,the rise,the fall of your breathing carry me from this room.I dream a white curled shell
on long and silver sands,soft waves touch and go,circle and slide away,round gold sun,wraps smooth curves,spiraling in to heart,spiraling out to sky,a warm jade sea
breathes,teases and holds with open hand
the shell upon shore.I wake to gentle rocking of breath of you and sea shape of shell within my body,I smell the ocean air..."

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