Written in the hospital, summer 2017 Don’t wait for the Black Are you waiting for the Black? For the Sun to pass it’s crown? Do you think your small light’s glow, is all you need to show, to tell, how to climb this life’s well, while all waters drip and pour,…
Sreča te sreča..
odeta v tančico trenutka..
obuta v rosne trave..
zazrta v srca šepet..
spet bije.. lep je ta dan,
lep je ta svet…
Daj torej ne tekaj,
postoj, igraj se z menoj..
ne rabiš več česa,
ko te sreča Sreča.
Kinda Kong of kings, if some ape had wings,
bored of locks, but own a board of keys,
will burst free through doors none see,
blown to odyssey above the pixel seas,
never cease this boolean push and pull,
where one is all, and none may rule..
To all things greater, such is Games Creator.