| Diwan Special issue|
Born in 1965 in Međiđa Gornja (B&H), lives in Gradačac (B&H).
There are no more cotton eyes of the mistress, The bandit grandfather and red windows, Late Monday and bread from a bottle. The mother with a handful of logs in her teeth, A porcelain smile and a sailor without fingers, The bride at the funeral and the general’s axe They have disappeared. From my sister’s drunkenness, A well of wishes And from a deaf bell I was awakened by your silence Pressed up against my eyelashes.
Okresnica, September 17, 1996
Translated by Ulvija Tanović
Diwan 2002. Sva prava zadržana.
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