Scritti da Nastasimir Franovic
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Ominous birds
A flock of ominous black birds,
pecks, and rummages on our ancient hearths. (…)
Quietness
Silence as delayed telling.
Waiting for the right word.
Then you’ll say. (…)
The door of truth
They are knocking on the door of truth.
Is that necessary?
The door of(…)
Silver trail of the moon
beginning of June
the night of the fine woven moon
traces of(…)
We seek attention
We seek attention, even the accidental touch of someone's hand
A look we(…)
Train at six fifteen
the bottle is empty like a well of wishes
without a single drop or a(…)
The river flows
my river slowed down
went to the valleys
thinks and sifts through her(…)
Unborn baby girl
Give me a chance to say
I could be your baby girl
I could be
If they(…)
Little red boots
A black body bag
In that darkness
Night and a poor light that comes from(…)
Does anyone have a question?
There were six of us in the front row of desks in our class (…)