- baka, kaj delaš?
- pišem blog.
- a kaj ti je to?
- a tak, nešto kao virtualni balkončić.
- a drugi prozorčić?
- pišem dedi komentar na njegovom.
- ali deda ne zna ni uključiti comp.
- zato sam mu ga i otvorila.
Breathe deep the gathering gloom,
Watch lights fade from every room.
Bedsitter people look back and lament,
Another day's useless energy spent.
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,
Lonely man cries for love and has none.
New mother picks up and suckles her son,
Senior citizens wish they were young.
Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white.
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion?