Birds in the bosom

                           ULICA POBEDE

Koraci odbegli

od noći od sna

odjekuju nestvarno,

kišne kapi slivaju

na putu ka cilju.

Slova u ruci

za jutro objašnjenje,

izgovorene reči

prosute na dohvat,

presretnute misli,

od prošle noći sni,
nesanica.

Fragmenti podeljeni

slučajnim prolaznostima,

violina koja staru pesmu

otkriva konačnom trenu

u ponovnom prolazu,

nova i već viđena lica.

Na licu prećutani san

kao otežali oblak kišni,

na ramenu torba želja

razlog da postojimo prolazni

i s težnjom da zamene se obale,

ulicu Pobede za jutro

neko sledeće ostavljam.

I ništa nije završeno

kroz zgusnuto prosejano trunje

dok ne slože se sve slike

na zidu senke se izgube.

STREET VICTORY

Steps runaway

of nights of sleep

echo unreal

raindrops flowing

on the way to the goal

Letters in hand

explanation for the morning,

spoken words

scattered within reach,

intercepted thoughts,

reduction from last night

and insomnia.

Fragments divided

random transience,

violin that old song

reveals the final moment

in re-passing,

new and already seen the face.

On the face of unspoken dream

harder for the cloud rain,

shoulder bag desire

reason that there are transient

and ultimately to replace the coast

won the street for a morning

following a leave.

And nothing is over

sifted trough the dense particles

while not agree to all of the pictures

shadows on the wall are lost