Thoughts about you sketch the spring on a wall of my room.
I write verses on the butterfly’s wings and hide them
into the sleeves of my nightgown, still warm of a dream.
You send me your touch on the white feathers
drawing love on my dreamy pillows.
Thoughts about you tease the restless fingers
tapping invisible messages on our screens.
Therefore, please don’t be angry if I leave you waiting
while I act occupancy with myself.
I lie.
Thoughts about you wake up the sleepy morning,
with a hope in today.
I send you my smiles wrapped in the April sun.
I kiss your neck with the wings of a breeze
feeling your hands on my hips while I walk.
Thoughts about you give a birth to the yearning for distance.
I search for you in the other lives – past and future.

spilled tempera
on a blue canvas
cherry blossom

Misli o tebi slikaju proleće na zidovima moje sobe.
Na krilima leptira ispisujem stihove koje skrivam
u rukavima spavaćice, još tople od snova.
Šalješ mi dodire na belim perima
crtajući ljubav na sanjivim jastucima.
Misli o tebi zadirkuju nemirne prste kuckajući
nevidljive poruke po našim ekranima.
Zato, molim te, nemoj se ljutiti ako te ostavljam
da čekaš dok glumim zauzetost sobom.
Misli o tebi bude usnula jutra nadom u danas.
Šaljem ti osmehe umotane u aprilsko sunce.
Ljubim te u vrat krilima povetarca dok osećam
tvoje ruke na svojim bokovima hodajući gradom.
Misli o tebi rađaju čežnju za daljinama.
Tražim te po drugm životima – prošlim i budućim.

prosuta tempera
na plavom platnu
trešnja u cvatu


I used to think that the wisdom comes with age, but I was wrong.
Have you ever noticed how the same old unwanted situations repeat over and over again? And you blame that unfortunate star under which you were born and the fate which was never on your side. Same bad things always happen to you, as a rule – same jobs, sad love stories, false friendships …
Well, it is not!
When you start to absorb the wisdom and look within yourself instead at your reflection in the mirror, you will realize that everything is a big challenge and you’re constantly on the test. Somehow, every time when you’re at the height of your joy and happiness, the old well-known situation jumps out in front of you . How do you react? It depends on how far you’ve come on the way of wisdom and self-knowledge.
What about me? I still have to learn a lot, but at least I figured out where the trick is!

drop by drop
all the sadnees from the sky
river takes away

Linked to Carpe Diem #1182 drop of rain


Globe and the binoculars, roses in bloom and a few butterflies, old fashion bicycle and a red double-decker bus, one clock and me. Me in my dream.

Throughout the day, coded messages pop up on the mobile phone. Numbers instead of letters – 1111:77, 1331, 1333, 1414, 1441, 1717, 2323. A call from abroad: +331. In a wrong time. On the wrong place.

Why none speaks any more? Where does this silence come from? Who erased the words? Who hide the lust? I don’t dare to ask about love…

What do they try to say? I can’t understand. I won’t even try.

There is something in the refusal, incomplete.
C’mon, leave me, in every departure I learn about myself.
Or come back to me, but come closer and stronger.
Don’t try to invoke storms and lightening, it’s all in vain.
Rain and the sun draw the rainbow in the sky, don’t you know?
Celebrating your existence, my verses give you immortality.


Again, I watch myself somewhere far away, and I really don’t know how I get there every time.
Some inexplicable power crawls under my skin and don’t leave me in peace, causing the shiver and sweet pressure in the eyes.
I keep telling myself that a voice I hear inside while I read all those unwritten words was never meant for me.
I tell myself that it’s all part of my fancies and some unfulfilled dreams.
Yet, again, everything seems so real and my relentless thoughts can’t stop finding a justification for everything that has never happened.
The paths that I follow start to intertwine and the landscapes that I see through the window remind me more and more of the photos from my imagination.
I have a feeling that the pieces of this puzzle start to fit into the frame.

More knowledge I get – more knowledge I need.

if I ever find a way
will I ever come back home
if I ever find a way

Linked to Carpe Diem #1178 Theme Week Hafiz (4) knowledge


Forget! On your sparks I don’t answer by a wind. Do not hope that I will help you burn all the dried dreams. I don’t knit branches nor blow the fallen leaves from the asphalt.
I am the spring, the one who awakes all sleeping buds and restless butterflies. I’m the March morning that cheerfully greets you through your unwashed windows.

morning breeze
dove on a windowsill
having a breakfast

Linked to Carpe Diem #1177 Theme Week Hafiz (3) morning breeze

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‘Hope, but do not expect, because every expectation could bring you a disappointment’, they say. So, I train myself not to think too much. Over-thinking is not my true friend. We used to hang out together a lot but all we were good in was a painting walls in black.

‘Want, but do not need’, they say. That’s why I teach myself to find a peace in every single moment that was given to me. Sometimes it works and sometimes not, but I’m getting better and better.

But… you know… I can’t give up on one little thought in my mind. I hide it from the others and let it out sometimes, when the night falls and everyone is asleep. I let it wake up all butterflies and allow them to fly all over the greenery around my heart. I let it wrap around my body, gently, like the wings of the Angel that I call upon… sometimes…

above the clouds
higher and higher
I let you go
so you could find
your way to me

Linked to Carpe Diem #1176 Theme Week Hafiz (2) lover


After a quarrel that occurred separately in the two heads, without saying a word, silence took over. Everyone goes on with his own truth. Would the words change anything? I don’t think so. Each of them would claim that he was right and everyone would defend his own reality. Loud voices and the hard words never solve anything. After all, we all believe in our own truths.

soothing silence
just me and a rhythm
of my breath

Linked to Carpe Diem #1174 silence