Translated by: Elizabeta Bakovska
Where am I
drawn in layers of memories
imprinted in the city dust
washed by raindrops
I flap my fish tail
to shake the in-between lines
to mix the verses
to settle the truth
am I in this summer
if I imagine the winter
if snowflakes tingle my tongue
turning my burning heart blue
rays run through me
so calm
and so divided
as a distant highway for light and dark worlds
am I looking for the second half
if I myself am not
a mosaic one
if I love all of my pieces
all of mine or all of myself, somebody’s
pieces of soul
thoughts and memories and past lives
pieces of the universe and hints
dreams lived out
let us search for ourselves together —
here we are whole…
(Belgrade)