Memory of the Mediterranean mornings’ music
remained, poured everywhere
with maritime vibrato.
Once upon a time
we all stood in the same wind
that repainted some of us into foreigners.
From the poem "Nothing Is What It Seems".
Taja Kramberger, V tvojem objemu je prostor zame
[In Your Embrace There’s a Place For Me],
CSK, Aleph, Ljubljana, 2014, translated by Taja Kramberger,
Language supervision made by Margaret Randall, 2014
© Photography by Lado Jelen, 2011
remained, poured everywhere
with maritime vibrato.
Once upon a time
we all stood in the same wind
that repainted some of us into foreigners.
From the poem "Nothing Is What It Seems".
Taja Kramberger, V tvojem objemu je prostor zame
[In Your Embrace There’s a Place For Me],
CSK, Aleph, Ljubljana, 2014, translated by Taja Kramberger,
Language supervision made by Margaret Randall, 2014
© Photography by Lado Jelen, 2011
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