The critical moment

Just a little after

the start of the race

I want to lie down

on the wet grass

Despite the desire

for this race to stop

I say to my muscles

run, run, run

After I pass

the critical moment

the pain will abate

the fog will disperse

Instead of the distant

graceless finish line

I will see the soft lawn

Beautiful guest

When you

to my town

came unexpected

such a confusion

you created

The car wheels

were stuck

Noisy people

in houses trapped

Never before

these streets

were so quiet

I remember you

I wait for you

with desire

Long I will wait

and I understand

my cool friend

This hot soil

is not good

for your health

When you come again

as mad I will shout

Welcome beautiful guest

Snow I love you

Just a little poison

There is nothing bad

in showing your thorns

my friend

Don't be afraid

You will never

become like them

You are a loving

tender plant

Just a little poison

you could implant

Just to show that

no one can

tread on your stem

The course backward

Visitor from distant planet

Better don't approach

This world is chaotic

The humans are toxic

Before you lose your mind

Before the misery you find

Before you are trapped

Set the course backward

Memories of you

These long years

since you are dead

every smell of the homemade bread

every old stove crackling

every old clock ticking

every kind woman with kerchief

every in love strong belief

every laugh with tears

every sunny moment in these years

reminds me of you my granny

Strangely quiet

In the place of my return

something is not right

I remember cherry trees

the voices and the laughs

and a tempting smell

of the Bosnian pie

Now I can’t see

a single cherry tree

and it’s strangely quiet

The heroes go on

The heroes are terrified

to walk the night woods

The heroes go on

The heroes have in the ear

the distracting devil

The heroes go on

The heroes are aware

they are outnumbered

The heroes go on

The heroes sail the boat

whose name is Loneliness

The heroes go on

The heroes are accompanied

by open wounds and broken ribs

The heroes go on

The heroes know how it is

to climb and fall

and fall and climb

and fall again

The heroes go on

One legged dancer

She wanted to

become a ballerina

but she had no leg

She cried many nights

but one day

she started to jump

on the one she had

One day the jumping

became the dance

She won the hearts

of many viewers

Now again

she cries many nights

but those tears

happily shine