my heart
is smaller
than your
vulnerable hand
your feeling
more refined
than my
fair mind
hold out
your hand
touch
my heart
i give
myself
accept me
do
give yourself
then
i accept you

my thoughts are so often
captured by expexctations
as if you if you will come by after all
but why does my soul still stay
always calling for its ideal
why do i remain, human, dreams

do i want to forget with pleasure
what has always been
and through my grief
has been eaten up so many times
so that i escape from what has been
and only allocates hope to me

i live the dream of eden
spring of streaming love
it makes me live today
i see the unmistakable beauty
come follow me
to the smiling happyness

wandering about
with almost closed eyes
half seeing
over her vulnerable
body

she has inevitably
sucked me down
into her remaining existence
wrapped into
a white layered gown

Sreca je podredjena
svetlosti, prostoru i vremenu
retko je dovoljno ima
uvek krhkoscu vodjena

cesto mislim na daleku mladost
u kojoj je buducnost znacila sutra
slepo trazeci neznanu radost;
vecne ljubavi bezbriznost.

Translation in Serbian : Branka Korac

when i try
to avoid dying
i cannot
prepare for my past

"i have been"
i will not be able to say
"I have been"
that i am
i cannot clarify

my death makes
that my past is
created
an erected monument
for close supporters
the club of what doesn't stay forever