Translated by: Dejan Marković
Silence again. No reply.
Everyone is listening for the sounds from within,
sounds resembling a lot the ancient darkness.
If I got it right
everyone expects my answer to be
an echo of their thoughts.
The sky which was clear so far,
(the way it is great heights),
turned into a futile thought,
into an orchard with continuous resurrections,
which is lit up by the very same sun
the old anxiety.