If your life was dying slowly,
In this rhythm mine was living fast.
It is the same:
I can see the day, I can see the great day,
I can see the glorious day,
If something is tearing my soul apart,
though I put a lot of optimism into it,
believe me, mother.
You are special.
In your eye is my happiness,
Just because of you
I am persistent and positive.
Evil comes and goes.
We have met again and we chased,
And in circle again.
Sadness makes lips silent.
Don’t I have a right to love aloud?
I will write a long poem.
In this prose poem from Tatjana sees more than the eyes.
Profile. Face in the shadow, straight lines of forehead and nose,
Plump lips, scar on the neck behind the left ear.
No, it is not a scar. It is a shadow of the ear.
Can’t see the eyes, but hear voice distinctly. It’s him.
Illustration by: Dragoljub Djuričić
English translation: Danijela Milosavljević