AFTER THE RAIN

AFTER THE RAIN


After the rain of desire
remains the washed longings
amongst muded thougts.
Remains the clear drops of love
on the dried leaves of faith,
torn from the branches of reason
and lead by the floods
of passion.
Remains the smiles,
the glances and the tremor,
as colorfull flowers among
the empty baskets with bees
to atract them with the smell
of the memory rain.

pametam

verer na zaboravot

nedvosmislenost

znaesh li

linija

pretcuvstvo

FREEDOM

FREEDOM




Conquered is the soul
by the trembling tremor,
and wavely desire.
Conquered is the body
by the touch that brings passion,
passion that awakens tremor,
tremor that offers feeling
of complete freedom
of the body and soul.
J am conquered by
that freedom.

SATISFACTION

SATISFACTION




J have let my heart
to run barefoot
through the valley of
tender, fragrant feelings.
In the shadow of the rainbow
of colorful memories
caresses the breeze
called desire.
The tremoring touch
of the blooming kisses
offer satisfaction
for all the thorns
that can be found
along the footsteps
of passion.

nishto

pokana

Deja vu

Deja vu



You've appeared out of
the dark of everyday,
as a restless spark
to shou me the way
toward the forgoten dreams.
When we first met,
with the first glance - I knew!
I know you from somewhere.
That look, that smile,
and that restless
still sleeping soul
full of desires and illusions,
I know them well.
I've seen them before
in the deep hidden glow
of someone's eye.
An eye seen sometimes
reflected from the mirror.

lavirinti

pijanstvo

prashanja i odgovori

soncev den

prashina

sogoluvanje

reperkusii

apsolutna relativnost

sozdavanje

nostalgija

posle se

izmamnici

iracionalnost

lavirint

prosek

krazba

mozev

izgrejsonce

sizifova kazna

vreme

sega ili nikogash

nocva

za tebe

molci

dojdi

zaboravi

BRIDGE

BRIDGE



Anong two contradictive shores
and divided yearnfull dreams,
It's me
that merge them together.
But, I don't belong anywher.
Standing straight
above the ambyss
of prejudice and contempt
uncertain J offer surety
of the soft footsteps of passion
in her wild game
between the two shores.
After every crossing
the stay the same,
the shores and the passion.
It's Me, only Me
that stays in the middle
of nowhere
stamped by the passion.

kompromis

zaseda

imam

in media res

pomisla

feniks

klaustrofobija

bura

izgubeno vreme

ragjanje

ne bev jas