IDENTITY (IDENTITET):                         MB2302977341927                         You ask what I am?                         Born as                         a wish, a child, a tale, a dream,                         black, blue, partisan and yellow,                         a fool, a love,                         not hatred                         I grew and was                         permanence, a swimmer, suicide,                         an apology, a crime, seven words,                         one hundred words, as-many-as-you-need-                         words, a gesture, never fast, a lie,                         a lie because of the truth, a promise,                         the friend who listens. I was music.                         Now I am                         sea and sky. Cloud and rain.                         Two clouds, the wind that drives them.                         The dust that forgets the morning.                         The berry by the roadside.                         I don’t know how to hate                         or sleep.                         Looking for what I can’t be                         I run from waiting.                         I know. I wait.                         Every moment I become                         name, number, shadow, marijuana,                         firewater, winner, mountain,                         loser, silence, memory,                         a circle, a word,                         the end so I stay at the beginning.                         I do not hate.                         This is what I am                         and some more details.

THREE STEPS BEFORE AUTUMN (TRI KORAKA ISPRED JESENI) Because of three events statements conceptions three of me hanged on three trees we swing three hundred years

THEM, HIM AND ME (ONI ON I JA) They would say  that I was listening as he talked about his sad life. In fact I was listening in my own way to his tragic confessions. And sometimes I smiled as if understanding as he told me things about things that I can’t remember. His voice was Unheard and Important and, really, I forced myself to look like a sincere listener. For him, no doubt, this all meant a lot.

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