R.I.P.

Zgodilo se je natanko leto nazaj. Bil je bolan in v letih, bil je čas ... A se še vedno sprašujem: "Sem res storila vse, kar je bilo v moji moči?" Tega ne bom izvedela nikoli.

RADA TE IMAM.

Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.

Tjaša