Sârb Olimpia

I read properly a book on parents, That kind book in which parents talk about life To their children At a time when they are already gone From people, from words. I read, I do not get enough

Let's look out of the window, baby boy of the unvoiced island, Let's put our elbows on the sill, let's grasp our cheeks With our hands, and raise the left shoulder slightly, In a tender-like

Let's look out of the window, baby boy of the unvoiced island, Let's put our elbows on the sill, let's grasp our cheeks With our hands, and raise the left shoulder slightly, In a tender-like

Let's look out the window, baby boy of the unvoiced island, Let's put our elbows on the sill, let’s grasp our cheeks With our hands, and raise the left shoulder slightly, In a tender-like

All my thoughts are Love letters Sent to you.

My heart is a sad ballerina, Happiness is leaving Her fluid movements. Who will come to dance The marvelous pas de deux With her? Her ballet steps are hesitant now, Her pointe shoes

I wake up early, at dawn, My blood leaves Something undecipherable On the white wall of Mornings And the sun salutes My voluptuous slipping In the meaningful ”to be”. I do not need to

The violinist Is a young man Built up from fluid seasons Nestled in music scores. His left hand - his fingers Tenderly touching the violin, His violin, oh, yes, What a beautiful woman! His

Words Are Just women For you, With whom you live your night symphonies. Sometimes a woman-like word At dinner, Sometimes several women-like words At a late night hour. You embrace those

I need to ask you Why a heart has got a dark room, A room dedicated to the rise Of unborn memories. You yourself are An unborn memory As fragile as a thread of light Slipping under the

You may love anything in another woman, The windmills sleeping in her eyes, The tragic winds sneaking under her soles. You may love the yellowish feline she hides in her breath, Her lunatic

I often kiss your shadow And that makes me feel Silky and sweet. The winds of my imagination Incite me With magnificent Fires of Earth. I sometimes look into your shadow's eyes And

I need to curl up in your arms, Hush, do not say anything, I just know this, My best is in your arms' warm season. I need to stay quietly Near the fire of your heart, And nothing to hurt me,

I can not see the world, I do not want to feel it, You're all over me, alive, innocent, pure, You live in my breath, In the air dance that gives me life, In my trips through dreams, In the water

As you watch me climbing this mountain, Slightly bent, with my head turned towards you, always Smiling, You think that Time changed me into an eternal traveler. What is she looking for, you

”Roxana! Roxana! Come quickly to me! Come, I say!” Roxana arose out from nowhere, maybe not having to give a response to such cries. ”Roxana! For God's sake! Come on here!” But Roxana has never

Blue is the colour of the blue, Though the blue sky Of this world is blessing my heart. Though the shiny waves and fish Of a blue ocean singing In your soul Are spreading luminous

I am walking, barefoot, On the cold stones. I am walking very slowly, tempted By the enveloping darkness Of your words. I can guess, in your voice A feline cat Cut out of desires Is on

I feel like a snail slumbering in its shell - More than I should. I can’t dream anymore, my deep sleep Distorts Light. Someone beyond the nacreous wall Has forgotten to call me. Awakening,

The photographer of dreams Lures me In the dark room of Imagination. "Have a seat, Madam! Dreams are facts that haven’t started yet, he says. I will capture dreamfulness So that Among

Allowed to see thy sky, but not to see thy face... Oh, Lord... The justice in my Heart is not fulfilled at all! The Glamour of your face, its Beauty and its Grace Are wings of Love and Frienship

I hesitate to go to bed. I'm terribly afraid That I will not dream with you tonight. Thought settlements are lurking, There is too much reproof between us, Too much fear. No one knows, neither

I, the undersigned, Went the night rounds Among lilies, Among houses covered with Vine taste, Throughout gardens, Among clouds, Among people that hurry along the streets, And, for a longer

We pretend we know everything On disillusionment Though there is something new to learn from it, Though there are endless pages to read about Disguise - however much we recap - For this lesson