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Monday, 29 September 2014

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

Wednesday, 24 September 2014

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

Monday, 22 September 2014

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

Thursday, 18 September 2014

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

Monday, 15 September 2014

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

Thursday, 11 September 2014

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

Tuesday, 9 September 2014

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

Monday, 1 September 2014

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