Author: Tanja Ajtic, Serbia/Canada Loneliness Thin is the connection between all those who were and were not, vague. Relying on

I BOW BEFORE YOU You open the flowers of my spirit in spring, The light fills your eyes, so sincere.

Lower Level of Police Traffic Somewhere:   The manner of few police is lost. Their speaking is lower. Their respect

  The Metamorphosis of Dreams I gather the faces of people, in the treasure of folly, engraving upon my poor

“ Drunken memories” In the sea, a fish connects the kisses of the beach to the horizon A sailing ship

IN THE WUND OF QUESTIONS I walk without knowing if I walk toward myself, or drift away in the whirlwind

Thy Voice, My Abyss Thee — the prison of my thoughts,
Deep akin to the meandering roads,
Tickles my soul with thy

The City of Aethra’s Lament . In the marble streets of Aethra, first day covers stylus moat Moss where the

*MY VELVET POEM *   I searched in the city for another coat… to cover the outburst of my poem

TESTAMENT Në shpirt kam vetëm një kryefjalë, Testamentin kryeneç Tē vulosur pa impulse për veten, Dhe shumë ndjenjë, E frymē