Of course I keep you secret:
I quickly make up lies
with which I would spur the memories
of the time when we were nothing but words,... more »
An Imprint Of The Pen
Whatever I touch,
time touches me.
As well as patience, care,... more »
i speak to a box: you are a nice box
you have 6 sides and i can play with you
you are a silent box while you rest... more »
Did I Ask For Something
Love was born but nobody had noticed
how terrible it was. They shower it with gifts
every day without understanding that it is ready for a program.
Love is placed on the walls like a painting.... more »
Kad se stvari pomaknu,
ostanu samo sjene.
Šutnja iz prinude,... more »
In poems it always looks different.
When I read sentences written by others,
everything seems clear and easy.... more »
I have almost started this poem
"Long time ago".... more »
MARGARET & PAOLO
now all those things you did not dare
to speak up about have tripped you up
and said: stutter, and you then took
hold of a lock of greasy hair and crushed... more »
I opened the door and, having stopped at the porch,
I noticed how I experience my movements
as something perfectly slippery,... more »
Porgy & Bess Band
to lie, why not. after all words are
arbitrary; words that are not things,
words that are not words. to lie, why not... more »
The Golden Age
what is your habitat?
my habitat is an ashtray, a desk
a chair, a candlestick, books, boxes.... more »