If I could confess, I would need a priest in a small ditch room. Yes, I’ve sinned! I’ve sinned so long that no repentance was left. And I’ve sinned again. I’ve sinned so much and have seen so much sin that sinners stopped. They stopped! One day. When she was standing on the staircase covered with Om Tryambakam Mantras – oh my priest – I sinned no more. The fabulous journey began.
‘Obsijana s Soncem
je v laseh nosila
Divje Cesnje.
In pomladni verer
je lovil drobne ptice
v objem njenih krosenj’
