1. WOUNDED AND YOU DON’T GIVE UP Don’t doubt yourself, because you are worth a lot, do you think it’s

The bride On Thursday, the first of April. University Street in the Karrada district was alive with a grand carnival.

UDHËVE TË MISTERSHME Në shpirtin e një mjelme bredh Ujrave të paqtohem, Pas mjegullash, Ku imazhet zbehen Në sytë e

KAD LJUBAV UMIRE Tragovi mojih stopala ostaše utisnuti na putu obećanja… Koračam ka novim zorama što radjaju dane u kojima

Colivia cu asimetrii scaieți de ambră sonoră murmur curbat în vinețiu de păsări deghizări impenitente pentru erata serii surâsuri ninse-n

DOK TE ČEKAM Sve je ličilo na one duge i sumorne dane u kojima se samo tuga mrijesti… A onda

The Trials of Doom As if forsaken by my own shadow, My joy melts away like wax in a relentless

PEACOCK FEATHERS DREAM Poem by Irena Jovanović, Zaječar, Serbia Rainbows, bridges, and radiant circles purls, beauty, heaven iridescence circling life,

May the wishes reach the throne My dreams are like my shadows They go with me and come back. Dreams

NOĆ MI TE UZE Noć mi te odnese u zavesi snova Mesec ti tragove skrio U tami nestanka svetlost tražim