Znam te.
Znam da postojiš.
Znam i nemir kojim zračiš.
Nemir i još više.
Bezimeno osećanje.
Jer da ima ime bilo bi poredjenja.
A poredjenja, jezivo, nema.
Imaš i ime.
Ime koje se ne sme izreći.
U mislima, nikad te imenom ne zovem.
Nikad te ne zovem.
Nikad.
I mislima, samo te gledam.
I ti vidiš samo mene.
Tvoje oči me posmatraju.
Stalno.
Iako me ne vide – vide me stalno.
Tvoje oči su svačije oči.
Oči špijuna.
Oči ptica.
Oči dece.
Oči konja.
Oči običnih ljudi.
Dve slobodne duše.
Našle se i u strahu pobegle.
Strah je sve što znaju.
Platnom se pokrivam.
Dugačkim da me pokrije skroz.
Tamnim da me krije u senci.
Gledam is senke.
Pratim svetla iz senke.
Čuvam dušu u mraku.
Da ti nikad ime ne pozove.
I know you.
I know you exist.
I know the disturbance you cause.
It is a disturbance and some more.
It is a feeling that has no name.
To name that feeling would be to compare it.
It is scarily incomparable.
You have a name.
A name that must not be said.
So in my thoughts, I never call you by your name.
I never call you.
I never.
In my thoughts I only see you.
And you only see – me.
Your eyes are seeing me.
Always.
Even though they don’t see me – they see me always.
Your eyes are everyone’s eyes.
Eyes of spies.
Eyes of birds.
Eyes of children.
Eyes of horses.
Eyes of common people.
Two souls that are free.
They meet and run away in fear.
Fear is all they know.
I cover myself in cloth.
Long enough to cover me completely.
Dark enough to hide me in the shadows.
From shadows i look out.
From shadows I follow the lights.
Keeping my soul in the dark.
So it will never call your name.
