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Meta Kušar
4.
Do you think,that beyond the laws of the sky and of this world,
I’d still want to have things my own way?
Please, work my wrist. Keep it warm.
I am still writing the book.
I am still folding butter. Whisked cream is cooled.
I am packing a small bag for New York.
© Translation: 2004, Ana Jelnikar & Stephen Watts
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Se ti zdi,da mimo zakonov neba in mimo tega sveta,
še kar naprej hočem svoje?
Prosim, še mi grej zapestje.
Še pišem knjigo.
Še mešam maslo. Kavna krema se hladi.
Majhen kovček zlagam za New York.
© 2004, Meta Kušar
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4.
Do you think,that beyond the laws of the sky and of this world,
I’d still want to have things my own way?
Please, work my wrist. Keep it warm.
I am still writing the book.
I am still folding butter. Whisked cream is cooled.
I am packing a small bag for New York.
© 2004, Ana Jelnikar & Stephen Watts
4.
Do you think,that beyond the laws of the sky and of this world,
I’d still want to have things my own way?
Please, work my wrist. Keep it warm.
I am still writing the book.
I am still folding butter. Whisked cream is cooled.
I am packing a small bag for New York.
© 2004, Ana Jelnikar & Stephen Watts
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