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Tomaž Pengov - Cesta

From the album Odpotovanja (1973) Cesta Cesta - zavetje nemirnih ljudi, izginja in skozi stopinje drsi, ko odhaja in glasna obzorja rodi. Tihe roke neštetih ur pijejo svet neznan, prav tam, na cesti med klasjem hitečih ljudi, in živijo brezčasne trenutke glasov, ko letijo po stezah stoletni sledi. Sončna zarja je njihova sreča, ko sence budi, in ujeti so vanje, ko cesta prižge jim luči, in pogrne s tiho temo jim klopi, zidove, parke in stebre dreves, da zaspijo v sanje razbitih noči. Večni tujci polnih naročij prijateljstva, prav tam, na cesti zagrnjeni s plaščem dežja, brez odhodov, ker so povsod doma, na cesti prebodeni z mečem sonca. Morda iščejo več kot posmeha zaklenjenih glav, morda iščejo tujo besedo odprtih noči, polne dneve svobodnih trenutkov nemirnih poti, ko visijo med kupi sprhnelih smeti, in drvijo od mesta do mesta brez sna, in izgubijo na tisoče srečanj vse dni. The Road The road - the shelter of restless men, disappearing and sliding through footsteps, as it leaves us behind, and gives birth to deafening horizons. The silent hands of countless hours are drinking a world unknown, right there, on the road, among the wheat of rushing men, and they are living the timeless moments of voices, as they fly above the paths of ancient tracks. The Sun's dawn is their joy, as it awakens the shadows, In which they are trapped as the road lights up their day. With silent darkness it lays their benches, their walls, parks and pillar-like trees, so they fall asleep into the dreams of broken nights. The everlasting strangers to full embraces of friendship, right there, on the road they are covered by a coat of rain, without departures, they are at home everywhere, on the road pierced by the Sun's mighty sword. Perhaps they seek more than the ridicule from locked minds, perhaps they seek the foreign word of eyes wide open, perhaps they seek days full of joyful moments, on the restless paths, As they hang between piles of rotting trash, and rush from town to town without rest, and forever lose thousands of encounters of days gone and to come.