Saša Važić PDF Print E-mail

 

full moon . . .
the visage of
one face
dreamt in a
forgotten dream

 



sunshine
over and across
the bridge . . .
leading nowhere,
this mirrored shadow

 


looking
backwards, the days
of my
youth multiply
a forest of shadows

 


telling
myself not to forget
the place . . .
I refused to visit in
in a forgotten dream

 

 

looking at
this blurred screen
a monkey in
the fir tree over there
laughing, laughing . . .