Now that we re alone we can talk santa man to man though you lie on the stairs and see no more than a dead ant nothing but black sun with broken rays I could never think of your hands without smiling and now that they lie on the stone like fallen nests they are as defenceless as before The end is exactly this The hands lie apart The heart lies apart The head apart and the knight s feet in soft slippers Je l ' sad jasno, Djede, ili još nekaj moram dodati?