Poets

sometimes a ship appears where nobody looks suspicious and everyone is normal. well maybe a little bit frightened

Suddenly the street empties. That's the effect snow has. Today it's falling down like curtains on a stage. It brings some peace of its own and

Over the dirt-infested city spreads a thin veneer of ice. Ljubljana's a marzipan-covered cake. If you wander through a few alleyways even as dark