Have we met before?

I’m running against the wind and then I stop. I am running against a warm wind, at night, the wind of one childhood evening, when I sat on the stairs of our apartment block and I know exactly what I was wearing, I know which neighbor passed by, And what color was the night, in detail, the pattern on the marble stairs, the blue, And the little balcony next to it, where I later hid to smoke,

You used to stand right there sometimes After work, all round, You used to call out: Monkey, are you there? But that was before you fell asleep forever on the hill, And now I can call you You, even though I am talking about two different persons, All I want to say is that it wasn’t me And that I believe we all are one person, Except when we face each other. I was thinking about that on the staircase in primary school, But also, when some kid slid down the roof And stopped exactly in front of the window of my room. We confirmed this unity with our eyes And I can still feel the blushing.

But today, when I was running against a warm wind, It was hard. There was this tree on the horizon, The one under which they used to shoot people And one of the neighbors hung a monkey like cross On the window of his garage, And the Twin Peaks were laughing It was hard And I sat down on the most ordinary sidewalk Which I will remember forever

I didn’t ask myself, why, It was clear:

What you said, was true- It doesn’t make any sense what I do All the photos and the short sentences, And the drawings,

They don’t serve a purpose – They really don’t.

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the writings and photos of neja tomšič

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5 Mar
7 Nov

And then there are places you remember because of the person you met there.
7 Nov

angels aren’t meant to be kept
they just fly around and make other people happy
and then they come to you
like a comet, and make you feel grace
22 Oct

“…This ship is 290 metres long. It can carry 3763 passengers. There are 3003 beds on this ship. 1200 people work on this ship. This ship has visited 9 ports before stopping here; This ship travels at night. ”
A while a go, I spent a month at a residency in Madeira. There was this beach there, way down the hill, and there were small wooden houses there. One had this beautiful sea collection hanging in front of it.
Chris Wood made a sound performance on a concrete platform nearby. I wrote the text and Elisa Erteta danced.
You can listen to Chris’s wonderful piece here:
Chris Wood: With your back to the sea
16 Oct

On Monday I was reading my story The Family Portrait of doctor Frušić at the first event of this season’s Prebranec, charming prose reading events in Ljubljana. Together with the amazing Jasmin B. Frelih, Teja Močnik and Erik Sancin. I am also happy to say that the story will be published, more info soon!
6 Oct

My poem was published at LUD LITERATURA. In Slovenian!
http://www.ludliteratura.si/branje/v-mesnici/
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