MOTHER MY LOVE!!! If I could see your face, If I could weave black locks, If I could come to

COME SEPTEMBER…!! Do you remember the last time you just stopped, looked around and said Wow… Life is Beautiful! Here

  Enough was the race Sometimes blind sometimes conscious No time to stand and stare Going ahead not looking back

NËSE DO TË MUNDESH Nëse do të mundesh të imagjinosh përqafimin tonë të paqtë, Ai do të ndodhte në një

HUMAN INDIGESTION I am very blessed With many fruits And foods on Earth But I keep feeding on What is

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