Blizu polnoči.
Muhe v čaši umirajo.
Ogenj je ugasnil.
Lepa Vida, bridkost je
v tvojem spominu.
Stravinski v avtomobilu.
Bučanje morja.
O biti 5 minut sam.
Srce – Trstje bolno.
Zato je Trst lep.
Bolečina cvete v lepoti.
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