Translated by: Janka Arsovska
sleep dream fades the pain
the moment is a lasting nightmare
slowly killing the thought
painfully forgetting the forgotten
the day is a big temptation
said the old newspaper salesman
the streets are endless
said the old street cleaner
our souls are empty boxes
said the old mailman
I have nothing to redeem my soul
said the old street beggar
sleep don’t look don’t look at yourself
ugliness eats up beauty kills
no mirror is an icon
nothing is new and unique
no this is not a theatre
but repeated and inevitable punishment
invisible trap
before the fence of the paradise
said the old a little drunk artist
it is time to look for
our new habitat
said the old forgotten words
sleep and that what will still to come
long time ago has passed
when you are awake also fades
the bright spot on your forehead
(1994)