Exceptions

this time I will not write the text for the blog myself. Instead I will take a poem from the Slovene poet Tomaž Šalamun as translated by Michael Biggins. Diversity is the spice of life (or so they say) and I certainly do not want you all to get bored of my mumblings (it is bad enough you always have to look at my photos)... so anyway, without further ado, I present:

LITTLE MUSHROOMS

So this is how the whole thing goes
by far the best are the little mushrooms
little mushrooms in the soup
nada nada nada nada
fiuuuuu one little mushroom
this little green parsley in tuxedo
and darkness for a long time
then they run to get a cleaning lady
responsible for all of this
nothing nothing nothing nothing
fiuuuuuuu one more little mushroom
healthy though
the blood is not so great
because she got hepatitis
Heavy heavy are these little mushrooms
heavy in the Holy Mother