Zajc Dane:
White
outside painted light
like a wall stands before our eyes
outside hearing feeling and taste
you are
when we meet our steps become confused
our eyes rotate in their sockets
our thoughts are a fist full of dry grass
and we know: our path is bewitched
our path is mistaken is lost our path
for an instant the place is illuminated
white invisible yet seen
you are
soon soon we will leave
the world of sounds colors and tastes
soon only raindrops among other raindrops
without sound without feeling
like drops we will fall
on our own dispossessed bones
soon