Portraits of people on the walls,
the outlines of hands under the carpet,
name on prices,
and the eyes play a role.

The gaze examines the face,
crystals on the back,
they crawl lightly like the cold,
to wash away your scent.

Hands form an expression,
body crying, banging out loud,
covered in a gold coating
and in the eyes the width of the routes.

Slowly sneaks into you,
the smell of smoke and nutmeg,
you count the kisses of the flock,
her hair crawls down your neck.

 

Portreti ljudi na stenah,
obrisi rok pod preprogo,
ime na cenah,
in oči igrajo vlogo.

Pogled preučuje obraz,
na hrbtu kristali,
polzijo nalahno kot mraz,
da bi tvoj vonj sprali.

Roke oblikujejo izraz,
telo joka, poka naglas,
čeznjo zlat premaz
in v očeh širina tras.

Počasi se prikrade vate,
vonj po dimu in muškatu,
šteješ poljubov jate,
njeni lasje polzijo ti po vratu.

 

Text & Model: Zala Neza Zajc
Photo: Rok Vrečer