I love you, the grey face in the grey <br />window of the coffee house - the face <br />with expectations.- <br />In the age of broken spears, ships, <br />masts - the heart full of <br />arrows - grey apathy in the eyes, <br />you would know: It spills <br />over us like a cascade of light <br />from the sky. <br /> <br />We will be able to look at <br />the swaying of the green seas <br />and see terrifying whirlpools, <br />sailors on masts, <br />without nervousnes.<br /><br />Srecko Kosovel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-face-by-the-window/
