Aleks Z Izpovedi
SLOVENIAN: Povej mi nekaj… Si srečen s Paulom? Srečen? Pogledal me je, kot bi začel nenadoma govoriti slovensko. Skomignil je z rameni: Ne vem. O tem se ne sprašujem. To ni pomembno. Razmišljam o čutih. Na novo moram izumiti ljubezen, doseči neznano z razdiranjem vseh čutov, biti videc, če hočem biti največji pesnik. Ali pa gre pot… čisto drugam? Samo poezija je važna. Saj to veš. Antoni, je dodal, kot bi me hotel prijazno okrcati. Misliš, da bi te lahko kaj odvrnilo od tega, sem vprašal tiho. Zasmejal se je: Od ustvarjanja? Ne. Nikoli, je rekel prepričano. ENGLISH: Tell me something… Are you happy with Paul? Happy? He looked at me as if I would suddenly begin to speak Slovenian. He shrugged: I don't know. I don't think about that. It's not important. I think about the senses. I have to reinvent love, to achieve the unknown by deranging all the senses, to be a seer if I want to be the greatest poet. Or does the path… go somewhere else? Only poetry matters. You know that. Antoni, he added, as if he kindly scolded me. Do you think that anything could dissuade you from this, I asked quietly. He laughed: From writing? No. Never, he said confidently.
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