To Fail in Art

It's very hard
To fail in art
But very easy
To give up

Let the art
Guide your thoughts
Let yourself
Feel safe

It's very hard
To forget art
But very easy
To give up

Let the art
Guide your heart
It's a marathon
Not a race

Sing and write

This hustling
Kills my vibe
I cannot sing
I cannot write

But a friend
Showed me love
And so I sang
And I wrote

Friends like her
Remind me why
I like to sing
And to write

It's how I cope
It's what I feel
I sing and write
To be real

Over It

This is just another cheesy poem. 
Stop reading. You don't care. 
I'm writing this for myself. 

I'm over it.
Just one person is inadequate. 
Maybe I'll never lose as much again, 
but at least I'll live my life to the fullest. 

This is just another cheesy poem. 

I don't care what they say;
love doesn't do it for me.
I don't care what they say;
I'm over it. 

Learning To Be Still

I'm learning to be still.
I don't want to use this skill.

I'm ready to see the world
and experience life's every thrill. 

I'm ready to make a perfect plan, 
ignoring everything I was told;

I'm working like a madman
and my life shouldn't be on hold!

Nothing Is Ideal

You taught me nothing is ideal, 
yet you second-guess all our deals;
if there is no perfect choice, 
just pick one and make it your voice.

I'm tired of analyzing and revising
and disguising and compromising;
your hopelessness
makes me overwhelmed. 

Adult Life

''Try to feed it tomorrow's bread crumbs.''

''Put your initials at the bottom of the page.''

''Go inside and find a white mouse.''

''Get out of my house and pay your own bills.''

''Don't blend that with yesterday's wisdom.''

''Your admiration is perfectly clear.'' 

''Eat a banana to ease the rage.''

''Your destination is 300 m south.''

An Old Story (What I Always Do)

I hide with bangs, I hide with a buzz cut,
I hide in a dress, I'd hide in Conneticut,
I hide behind a certificate.

I always hurt my right foot
when I hide or pretend.

What comes out when I'm open,
I don't like -
there's no music,
no poem,
no theorem,
no world-scale change.

There's a dad I'm trying to impress,
a voice in my head I want to mute.
I always think I know the truth.

Operant Conditioning

Once upon a time, in a country far away, lived two beautiful ponies, Jane and Ruby, with their two owners, Charles and Amy. Charles and Amy each lived in a small, yellow house that shared a big yard, where Jane's and Ruby's barn was. Their homes were close to The Forest, and it was a tradition by the people from this area to raise ponies in a safe environment, but set them free in The Forest once they grew up. Jane and Ruby had long, hazelnut manes; the owners wanted to teach the ponies to take care of their manes by themselves because that was the best way to prepare them to live on their own, once they became horses. To take care of their manes properly, the ponies had to: eat healthy food, spend enough time in the sun and brush their manes. The owners decided to reward the ponies each time they completed a task successfully, so each time Jane or Ruby did one of the three tasks, Amy or Charles would give them an apple. 

   Charles enjoyed feeding apples to Jane and Ruby; he felt that they strengthened their relationships in this way. Contrasting from what his name might lead you to believe, Charles wasn't a free spirit. He was very set in his ways, rarely embracing adventures or change. As Jane and Ruby were growing into strong, wild horses, Charles was receding into a weak, predictable man. The idea that his beloved ponies would once take care of their manes instead of him made him feel worthless and scared. So to make Jane and Ruby codependent for a longer time, Charles started giving Jane and Ruby sugar cubes when they were successfully taking care of their manes. Since Amy would never support him, Charles made Jane and Ruby promise that they will never tell Amy about the sugar. Jane and Ruby discussed this and made a deal that they will talk every evening about the bad things that started happening. They were both aware that sugar was bad for their health; they just didn't know how exactly. 

   Ponies, as well as many other beings, like sugar; it melts in their mouths fast, it has a strong impact on their mood and the cubes it is arranged into are so practical, it's satisfying. However, because of sugar, the ponies developed serious digestion issues, so one day they couldn't eat apples anymore. Also, sugar made their hair thin and brittle, meaning that instead of progressing physically, as well as personally, they were receding. Jane was worried for three reasons. Firstly, she didn't understand how was Charles planning to hide the sugar from Amy since it became obvious that he was feeding it to her and Ruby. Secondly, her future was in danger. Thirdly, Ruby stopped talking to her about her experiences; when they would meet in the evening in the barn, Jane would ask how Ruby was doing, but the responses she would get were short and non-specific, such as "Fine." Desperate, Jane turned to Amy for help. 

"Charles is giving you sugar because he wants to keep you close to him", Amy noticed. "Once you become horses, you will wander off into The Forest and Charles will no longer be your priority."

"But we will always love Charles", said Jane. "We love him now, too, even though he is hindering our growth."

Amy sighed. "You should learn to use the energy that sugar offers you and go to the forest as soon as possible; you will find better food there, and your mane and stomach will heal over time." She made a serious face. "But you must never forget that what Charles is feeding you is bad, or else you will feed yourself bad things once you're on your own. That is why you should keep eating apples."

Jane continued to eat the sugar that Charles gave her then the apples from Amy; she lived with the stomach and hair problems, trusting that she will solve them in The Forest, on her own. Jane told Ruby about her talk with Amy, and in the beginning, Ruby was doing the same things as Jane. But she soon stopped eating apples and only relied on sugar. Nevertheless, Jane was sure that Ruby would come to her senses.

   One day, Charles started convincing Jane that how she is taking care of her mane is wrong; that she is spending too much time in the sun, that she uses the wrong comb and that she is eating unhealthy. 

"If you know that I am eating unhealthy, why do you keep feeding me unhealthy rewards?" Jane asked. 

Charles never replied; he just kept accusing Jane of being irresponsible. One evening, Jane was furious and turned to Ruby.

"Ruby, I don't see why we should keep living here if Charles is going to keep poisoning us'', Jane said. They were standing next to their beds in their barn, Jane walking back and forth and Ruby standing still, gazing into the distance. Jane couldn't take Charles's lies anymore - she couldn't even stand still as she was talking about them. She asked Ruby to run away with her. 

"Ruby, it's all nature in The Forest", said Jane optimistically. "You reward yourself. You guide yourself. You take care of yourself; Charles cannot trick us there!"

As she was speaking, Ruby silently lifted her left hoof off the ground to reveal a hidden sugar cube. She brought it close to her mouth. Jane sunk to the centre of the Earth at the sight. Jane and Ruby were not only best friends, but sisters, and Jane had put all her hope into Ruby. But Ruby was a traitor. She fell right into Charles's trap and was now unlikely to ever leave the barn. Desperate, Jane turned to Amy for help. 

"Ruby accepted the sugar because she sensed Charles's hidden fear. This is her way of supporting him", Amy noticed. "You should take the support Ruby offers you during your stay here and leave to The Forest as soon as possible."

Jane asked Amy to come to The Forest with her. Amy refused. 

"I can only ride on your back once you become a horse. The only way I can help you when you grow up is by letting you be completely on your own", Amy explained. 

So Jane stuck with Ruby and ate both the sugar and the apples, trusting that she will solve her stomach problems, grow a healthier mane and mend her broken heart on her own, in The Forest. She stayed focused on her goal to avoid being depressed. 

Jane soon left to pursue her life in The Forest. Her stomach problems disappeared, her mane recovered and the love she had for Ruby shone through the disappointment. Jane would often come across plants whose fruits were similar to sugar, and animals that ate those fruits for the same reason one eats sugar. But Jane never forgot that eating sugar is bad for her, so thanks to Amy's advice, she wandered in The Forest with courage and pride. Yet, she kept asking herself: did she learn her lessons? She might never know...

Why I Like Languages

I write my diary in Serbian Cyrillic
so that my friends cannot understand it.

In German, I dream, to say the least, 
about music and world peace.

English offers access to a plethora of knowledge
and various perspectives on current topics.

Greece is my second home, 
so Greek prepares me for every road.

Today I met a woman while sitting on a bench
and we chatted in French.

Toxic Bitch

A toxic bitch I have to call my own
shits all over the protected zone.
Yesterday, when she couldn't enter,
the neighbours called the animal shelter.
I said: 'Take her; let me have my peace!'
but was told I have to keep the bitch...
'She has nowhere to go.' What about her friend?
And the dog that can't fuck her 'cause she fucks herself?
I suppose she'll get them when my lungs explode
and the flowers in my garden lose all hope.

My Baby

My baby says she loves me almost every day,
but then she goes and hurts me in her old way.

She will never love me, and if I accept that,
I'll never love anybody as much as I love myself.

She is insecure and cannot accept herself,
so she thinks pushing me away is for the best.

She will never love me, and if I accept that,
I'll never love anybody as much as I love myself.

I try to be patient and not ask her to get better,
because she's not ready to move up that ladder,
but I'm just a human; I share my home with her.
Seeing her so lost makes me want to fight instead of her.
She says it's impossible. Although she's lying,
I don't want to be another reason why she's crying.

She will never love me, and if I accept that,
I'll never love anybody as much as I love myself.

Two Sides to Every Blue

There are two sides to every blue:

the wish to fix the old

and the wish to start a new. 

But the old cannot be changed

because time flew,

and until heart heals

there is no room for new. 

So while your wounds are open

and no one sees your truth,

finish something old

and fight for something new!

A Petra and a Pocket

There goes my little sister
walking down the beach;
she's got two legs
and a pocket for each.

In them, she grew
revolutionary ecosystems,
where snails ran
and frogs built kitchens.

Her heart is sincere;
she's living an adventure.
From all the other πέτραs
she is much better.

I'm sorry for being rude
about her invention
when it showed me
that pockets are in fashion!

My Sister

If my sister had taken out the trash, 

I wouldn't have gone out today.

If my sister knew math, 

Angela would never come my way.

If my sister loved me more,

I wouldn't turn to wishing well.

If my sister was less distant,

I wouldn't be quite myself.

The Sun

The sun has seen me loving you. 

The sun has seen me try again.

The sun witnessed blurry thoughts

and the wishes I forgot. 

The sun has seen me touching you.

The sun has seen me shy and weak.

The sun has seen me begging you

to give life another chance

and try not to fall again.

The sun has seen it all...

The sun has seen me close my eyes,

turn my back and move along.

The sun knows that, since then,

I don't know what love is for... 

The sun has seen me grow up strong,

determined and serious,

unwilling to give it all up

for another memory with you. 

The sun has seen it all... 

How to Mend a Broken Heart

Move a 1000 km south 

from the place of pain.

Surround yourself with other hearts

that have things to sort out.

Feed your heart music, 

stories and chocolate.

Bathe it in Aegan sea. 

Dress it in wineyard leaves.

Sooner than later, you'll accept your fate

and smile, as the Greek sun fades away.

Every Time I Write

Every time I write, I try to write a poem;

it's a way of living inside this crazy drawing

that one might label as 'life'.

Every time we talk, I end up upset.

I told you: Stop being an insecure brat!

You live a tough life, but it's as much as you get,

so make it worthy, or go fuck yourself.

I spent my time, energy and words

to motivate you to talk to her,

yet you kept sitting on your butt

and doing almost nothing that pays off. 

I turned off my phone, empathy and will.

Nobody needs me. 

For the first time, it's a thrill.

Cannot Talk to Her Unless She's Alone

I questioned her about rock,

Germany and mom;

whilst denying guilt,

she felt troublesome.

I told her she's been doing crack

when she was fourteen;

her biggest fear is being deaf

where there's so much to hear. 

Her best friend - a criminal's son;

with him, she wasn't going far.

Outside she was suffocating,

inside she was numb.

I was so convincing! She could have bought it all!

But when she turned around,

she was not alone.

Socks In Bed

Get yourself a date with possibility.

If you get scared, wear socks to bed.

My aunt taught me: 

Thursdays are for relaxation,

on weekends chase your dreams,

and Mondays are for picking the wrong deal.

No Such Thing

I blame dad for manipulation

and emotional abuse.

I blame grandma for interrupting

when I'm speaking the truth.

I blame middle school

for calling me a fool

and I blame the world I know

for not being my support,

but there's no such thing as support

when you're insecure.

Ložim se na idiote

Ložim se na idiote

koji samo sebe vole;

tretiraju me kao roba, 

smešna im je moja borba.

Ložim se na debile

koji večito za nešto cvile;

kako zinu - lažu, 

a ja im čuvam stražu.

Ložim se na akrepe

koji traže da im ljubim dupe;

gledaju me sa visine

i šire glasine.

Ložim se na kretene

koji prave probleme;

krv mi piju, meso jedu,

sve, samo da me zajebu!

Što se, bar, ne ložim na majmune,

da mogu u Lazu da me zatvore...

The Opposite of a Kiss

Instead of growing up strong,
you grew up weak, ugly and sick.
We sat in front of our primary school;
you picked up a stick and showed me a trick.

I said I've never kissed before.

With a steel paddle I play ping pong,
a game you pick when we're in public.
I wouldn't want to come off as cruel,
but such a cynic guilts too quick!

A day will come when I'll learn to say no.

Ti

Olako govoriš o sebi

kada staviš đubre na svoj krevet.

Olako govoriš o sebi

kad sve stvari strpaš u kofer. 

Čuješ li me kad ti kažem

da đubre izneseš?

Čuješ li me kad ti kažem

da se raspakuješ?

Ups and Downs

This morning, I woke up feeling like myself:
overwhelmed
and strangely dressed.
I haven't seen her in a long time.
I missed the big ideas she always had in mind...

Tonight I'll go to bed
feeling upset
about my baby sister being a wreck.

I Don't Want to Hang Out Tonight

I thought I couldn't be less happy than now,

but life keeps proving me wrong.

Temporary stuff, like candy or friends,

always dragged me further down

into the abyss of guilt, shame and fear

of wasting my time and energy.

I'm still looking for people I like

and I don't want to hang out tonight.

Where there's great pleasure, there's great pain. 

Where there are huge plans, hope is vain.

In search for a new excuse

for not listening to the modern tunes,

I'm writing these words, alone;

the paper and the pen 

love me as much as I love them.

My surrender is nowhere in sight, 

still, I don't want to hang out tonight.

Goodbye

Don't ask me how I am
or how's life treating me.
Don't ask me about the news
or which country am I in;
you're the one who knows the best
that I have stayed the same.
Don't try to forget it all—
our picture still remains.

Don't try to hug me tight
or kiss me for goodnight—
I have seen all your tricks.
It's time to say goodbye.
Goodbye anger, goodbye fears,
goodbye picture that remains;
I don't have to look at you
to do things the right way.

Šta to znači - živeti

Došlo je vreme da te iskašljem

jednom za svagda;

više neću da se lažem da postoji nada.

Ono što hoću sama ću da napravim 

i ono što mi smeta sama ću da promenim.

Došlo je vreme da prodišem

posle mnogo pokušaja;

jedan me korak deli 

od života iz sna.

Mom

Petra has Sofia, Dimitri has his son,
you have Aristea and I have you, mom.
Every now and then mom's been telling me
she cannot take my energy.

I've grown up over night - now I have a gap,
all from living in the wrong place and feeling trapped,
but don't worry, mom, in myself I'll find a center
and be out of here sooner than later.

Dule

Pominješ Duleta i njegove bitke,
a čudiš se suzama koje slede;
neke te boli prate do groba
i pet koraka posle toga.

,,D" je za ,,Dule", ,,d" je za ,,drug"
i ja ću uvek plakati za njim,
jer, iako smo sada nebo i zemlja,
i dalje smo dobar tim.

A New Beginning

I need a shot of adrenaline
to wash down my steroids,
integration formulas and chaotic regimen
lasting for solid 17 years.

I'm so young, but I feel old;
let adrenaline be my stroboscope.
I'll sweat out the sugar poisoning my brain
and sing about the global warming.

29th of July

Once upon a time, infront my walls of steel,
in all our 'fakeness' we became real;
you comforted me with your fake hugs
and my fake laughs sounded like real ones.

But when there were no walls, right at the start,
in all our 'realness', we drifted apart.

The Earth orbits the Sun,
The Moon orbits the Earth;
no wonder our relationship's path
is also curved.

Heads and Hearts

If you don't believe
that we'll suceed
you better stay here,
while you still can;
once you're there,
the speed of a foreign land
won't let you go anywhere.

We all search for a place
to rest our heads and hearts,
only some of us are crossing boders,
and some found it at the start.

Double Agent

Don't tell me that a double agent like you
stumbled upon their sense of humour;
don't tell me that a counterspy like you
can't overcome their main tutor.

I've shaved my head once and I'll shave it again.
Your projects are worth as my nerves.
Tell me a story about a faraway land
where I'm equal to whores and dealers.

(Not a) Future Musician

You need sex and drugs for rock 'n roll;
Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love did heroin,
Kiedis married a model
and snorted cocain,
Rory did not count his women
and has died of alchohol poisoning.

I want to live a life,
not an album,
a song,
or a riff.
Where can I sign out?

What Are You Going to Study?

When the emotional scene choked him to death
the robots swiftly sweeped him away.
These senses are hidden under the ground,
where all the art is displayed.

Up or down, left or right,
the age of seventeen never seems to pass.
Hold your breath and count to three -
I poured my soul into a glass.

17th Issue

I'll overdose
infront of Gymnasium in Krusevac,
or I'll jump
off of a bridge in Bujanovac,
or I'll kill myself
in one of the infinite possible ways,
but I will not fail AS Global Perspectives.

If I get a grade that's lower than C
don't expect to see me again.

Sani

Sani je radar za bele ptice,
pse lutalice
i proleće;
odmah se oglašava
kada je na pragu avantura.
Sani mi priča razne priče
o dalekim džunglama
i dubokim rekama;
kad je izvedem u šetnju
i sama uronim u njih.

Sani ima 300 nadimaka
i 250 izraza lica,
ali ni jedno nije za kišni dan.
Nemoj da maziš Sani
ako si sasvim sam.

All Grown Up

I'm all grown up now.
I must be seventeen.
The people I once worshipped
are nowhere to be seen.
Back to basics; my family and me,
working during daytime
to pay for others' lies.

I'm all grown up now.
I thought my life was changing,
but the only changing one is me.
I still don't know what the future holds,
but neither do I want to;
when you're grown up,
survival is your only motto.

Survival and big dreams.
Being seventeen is overwhelming.

A Horror Story: Seventeen

I fell in love, head over heels,
with a guy from my dreams.

He only made one mistake:
he had a terrible music taste.

One day, he was out of my sight.
He dissappeared while it was still bright.

I hope that he never comes back;
there are enough mumble rappers on the map.

While I'm Seventeen

I never fell for the plain formalities,
even though I’m only seventeen.
Lately, people have been pointing it out.
When you point out something about me,
you are showing your own weaknesses.
Go back to school
and learn to keep your cool.

When I grow up, I’ll be a composer;
a professional one, not a ‘poser’.
I won’t make mistakes when I write or speak,
regardless of what the language is.
I’ll travel the world in a land cruiser.
I’ll never complain about getting older.
I’ll find peace from within
and convey this wisdom to my children.

The Edge of Seventeen

I opened my tenth instagram account
where my fake friends aren’t allowed.
My old crush quit the blunt
and wants to regain my trust.

We own a pitbull at the edge of death
although my granny can’t walk another pet.
For the millionth time, my sister is lost,
and stepfather set foot into Serbian court.

I listen to loud rock’n’roll
and cope with equations I don’t know to solve.
I keep wondering: since when
did my life become a teenage hell?

I read about adventures when I was a kid
and thought how they could never happen to me.
Yet, I’m on the edge of seventeen
and my paved road was never as steep.

I Am Seventeen

I'm not here to live,
I'm not here to support;
I'm here to learn my lessons
and leave once and for all.

Eyes, why are you crying?
Voice, why are you laughing?
While I'm in Serbia, I'm not supposed to feel
anything.
I'll make no friends with initiative and love;
crime should bring us all close.

The older I get, the more I understand.
The older I get, the less I respect.

To What Extent Does Sustainable Tourism Help Reduce Carbon Footprint?

I am concerned about the environmental issues the world is faced with today, and want to research them and report about them. It will help me change my approach to life. In this essay, I seek to assess to what extent could Sustainable tourism reduce carbon footprint on a global, national and personal level.
Some people complain how sustainability is impossible to be achieved without destroying the consumer society we know today. Similarly, others believe that no matter what habits we adopt, we are doomed to extinction sooner or later. However, according to scientists, since the Earth Overshoot Day (20th of August, 2013), sustainable living is no longer just a matter of personal preference; it is the next step in human development. If we concentrate on growing as a society without sabotaging the growth of next generations, our lifestyles will become sustainable. The key to the sustainable lifestyle is the reduction of carbon footprint, i.e. decreasing the amount of carbon dioxide emitted in the atmosphere.
Tourism made up 10.4% of global GDP in 2017 and was considered to be one of the biggest economic sectors worldwide. It leaves a big carbon footprint accordingly. An official idea about a more sustainable approach to travelling was born in 2015 when the UN announced the 2030 Agenda for Sustainable Development. Sustainable tourism answered to all the ideas from the Agenda, deals with social, economic and environmental problems of today. The carbon footprint is an environmental issue. Its most dangerous consequence is climate change, which, in the long run, is followed by a wave of environmental migrations and an increased rate of poverty. Because of this, a reduction of carbon footprint has become a global objective. Countries all over the world began investing in the development of Sustainable tourism because it seems to have the potential to solve this issue to a large extent.
After all, should we hope for the better future to come? Let’s look at different perspectives.

GLOBAL PERSPECTIVE
Since it is connecting all the economic sectors and the whole consumer society, the carbon footprint of tourism makes up approximately 8% of the global carbon footprint. The environment is essential for sustainable tourism because astonishing nature is one of the main assets of a tourist attraction, alongside with traditional food and events and a comfortable place to stay. European Federation for Tourism and Environment published a research on its website, which states that spending two days in some of Europe’s most popular cities, including Istanbul, Prague, Milan, London, Amsterdam, Paris, Rome, Vienna, Dublin and Barcelona, could have the same impact on a person’s health as smoking between 1 and 4 cigarettes. Industries connected to tourism are some of the reasons for such pollution. Sustainable Tourism promotes usage of renewable energy in industries as well as in facilities and it advocates the use of green transportation, such as electric cars and bicycles. According to Eurostat, fishing, agriculture, transportation and storage industries are the largest pollutants after the electricity industry. If only these branches of industry were to be affected by sustainable tourism, they would switch to green energy sources and the carbon footprint of tourism would decrease by more than 50%. This would not only benefit the environment, but also the marine and land ecosystems. Lesser emission of carbon dioxide influences the health of all living beings. If the labour commuted to work or the tourists travelled from one place to another by green transport, the carbon footprint would decrease even further. In case the tourists would also recycle the used packages, or simply switch to the ones made of biodegradable materials, and consumed water, food and other necessities responsibly, the production rate of these industries would decrease, making a drastic fall in their emission of carbon dioxide. Sustainable tourism, therefore, is a simple yet effective tool for decreasing the carbon footprint of countries with many tourists and developed industry. People should, however, bear in mind that Sustainable tourism will never be completely sustainable because the industry is always going to have an impact on nature.

NATIONAL PERSPECTIVE
The carbon footprint of Serbia is immense in comparison to the GDP of the country. Tourism does not make up a great part of it, because it is not still not well developed yet. The individual effort for introducing Sustainable Tourism onto the market exists - an example would be the villages. Most of the population of Serbian villages is distant from the technology of any kind and living out of what they grow; that makes them sustainable. These are extreme cases but their carbon footprint is also extremely small.
What holds the biggest part of the carbon footprint of Serbia is its use of fossil fuels as the main source of energy, reports Index Mundi. If Sustainable Tourism was to be implemented in my country, the touristic residentials could switch to clean energy sources, thus lowering their carbon footprint. According to UNDP, Serbia has the natural potential to largely rely on sustainable energy sources, and doing so would help in slowing down the climate change process.
Speaking of climate change, the temperature in Serbia has become almost unpredictable over the last 5 years, and it asked for endless use of air conditioners and heating. About 60% of Serbs use wood and coil as a primary heating source, which leaves a big carbon footprint on our country and on Earth. Since Serbia’s rate of poverty is high, according to the UN, the country does not invest in proper infrastructure. Sustainable Tourism could help by promoting the existing tourist attractions and by creating new ones and thus raising money for the development of the infrastructure. The abovementioned villages would be a good starting point since they are already sustainable and authentic. The distance from the modern world development gave these villages the opportunity to preserve some of Serbian traditions and culture. Emphasising these assets for the cause of further reduction of carbon footprint could initiate support from the rest of the world. Building proper infrastructure and developing modern technology would deduce Serbia’s carbon footprint to an acceptable degree.
To sum up, Serbia has a very good starting point for developing sustainable tourism and, thus, lower the carbon footprint. What is missing are the funds and trained people. The solution could lie in global funds and organised training, and both need strong support from the government.

PERSONAL PERSPECTIVE
My family is not in the tourism business, but we are travelling to Greece every year. We usually stay for the whole summer. We live moderately eco-friendly lives; we spare water and electricity, we avoid using plastic bags, we recycle, we buy food from small-scale local producers who do not harm the environment and we use public transport more than our car. Since we stick to these rituals in foreign countries, we are moderately-sustainable tourists.
Before we started spending our summers abroad, we were not as responsible towards the environment. In Greece, we learned about recycling, responsible consumption and saving electricity. Our annual carbon footprint before our regular trips to Greece was 10 tonnes, and now it is 9. I find this a huge step forward and believe that Sustainable tourism has helped me and my family be even more responsible for the environment.

I would like to suggest a course of action of implementation of Sustainable tourism into countries that believe they could benefit from it.
The best way of realising Sustainable Tourism is to introduce it to the small communities first. New policies and regulations, such as Tourism Policies in Africa, are best to incorporate when the nation is aware of what Sustainable Tourism is, what their responsibilities are and how they can work together towards lowering their carbon footprint.
An example of a project that followed a detailed course of actions is the portal Tourism for SDGs. It directs civilian attention towards the individual efforts in order for people to get familiar with the techniques that are forming single initiatives into large-scale projects. After enough number of people were introduced to the concept of Sustainable Tourism, it has shifted the centre of attention to governments that are ready to embody specific laws and principles of tourism. These were made available to everyone who is considering becoming or already is a touristic organisation or a tourist via the aforementioned portal.
After implementing a project similar to the above-mentioned, a budget for the development of Sustainable Tourism should be defined by all the countries willing to use Sustainable Tourism as an (ecological) engine for the reduction of carbon footprint. Finally, after years of different transformations, the world will have an idea that would exceed the Sustainable Tourism, since the carbon footprint can never be completely erased.

My research has shown that the extent to which Sustainable Tourism helps in the reduction of the carbon footprint depends upon how it is realised. Currently, on the global level, there are many positive stories and the idea of Sustainable Tourism has is accepted. The initiatives of people who are open-minded and willing to change make Sustainable tourism efficient.
Countries like Serbia create a bad reputation for Sustainable tourism because of complicated financial and social problems inside of the state. Sustainable Tourism demands constant work and contributions, and the reduction of carbon footprint is a long process that requires precise trackings and predictions. Serbia simply does not dispose of cadre capable of carrying out such a project.
Sustainable Tourism has other benefits, besides reducing the carbon footprint. Some of them are mentioned in this report: prevention of environmental migrations, fighting against climate change, preservation of traditions and culture, reduction of the poverty rate, concern about food and water, development of infrastructure and technology, and raising awareness. However, in order for those other benefits to be experienced, Sustainable Tourism has to serve as a tool for the reduction of the carbon footprint.
The more we work on Sustainable Tourism, the more helpful it will be for us. As a world, we should be innovative and continue to bring new ideas for sustaining the tourism, bearing in mind that this Earth is the only Earth we have and that our carbon footprint does only harm to it.

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Medak 2

I have a couple of friends
in different areas of Belgrade.
When I leave Serbia,
they'll be my reasons to come back.

I have a couple of families
in different areas of the globe;
only one isn't enough.

But where do I find myself?
In different areas of me?
I have tried,
but I need more time to live.

You bathe in naphta;
I bathe in my dreams.
Try and fight me if you're sick.

To My Sister

I'm thrilled for you joining me

on this journey

to the life of common sense. 

We can light frankincense 

and study all night.

Or we could sleep - 

from now on, it's up to you. 

Once you make this move, you'll never get back.

There should be no regrets

on this journey

to the life of common sense;

you'll gain knowledge, experience and competence. 

You'll stand on your feet again.

Write about common sense

every other day

and watch as your opinions change. 

Blind Trust

I trust you blindly as you open up to me.
I can notice how much of a human you are.
Move that honest smile away from my degree;
I will not pay for your guitar.

Mom, I miss you more with each day,
but I wanted to walk on this railway;
knowledge is rate of work done,
and I’ll do real work when I sign out.

2019

There's a real musician
right around the corner.
There's a real poet
out, on the street.
There's a real yogi
that sleeps inside of me.
There's a real new year;
this time not oversea.

Zašto treba reciklirati?

Prva velika prekretnica u mom životu bio je upis u srednju školu krajem juna 2017. godine. Moji drugari Luka, Tara i Aca i ja smo u tom periodu svakodnevno diskutovali o školama koje planiramo da upišemo. Svako od nas je imao drugačija interesovanja, ali smo se svi složili da želimo da, posle završene srednje škole, svojim znanjem i veštinama doprinesemo razvoju društva u kojem živimo.
Aca je tada uradio nešto neočekivano: upisao je reciklažu. Luka, Tara i ja smo bili zabezeknuti; mislili da nikako nije uradio pravu stvar. Međutim, ubrzo sam shvatila sam da Aca jeste uradio pravu stvar i da treba da se ugledam na njega. Reciklaža je odličan način da preuzmem odgovornost za planetu na kojoj živim.
Jedan deo te odgovornosti su ljudi koji će živeti posle mene. Kao što je Vendel Beri, aktivista, davno rekao, „Mi nismo nasledili Zemlju od svojih predaka; mi smo je pozajmili od svojih potomaka.“ Mi treba da vratimo Zemlju našoj deci u istom stanju u kom je bila kada smo je pozajmili; životi naše dece ne treba da zavise od deponija, zagađenih reka i smoga, već od planete koja ima dovoljno resursa da ih izdržava.
Drugi deo te odgovornosti je svesnost o sebi i o ljudima oko sebe. Sva živa bića funkcionišu u simbiozi. Naši postupci utiču na svako drugo živo biće na ovoj planeti. Sečemo šume? Nećemo imati šta da dišemo. Zagađujemo reke? Nećemo imati šta da pijemo. Uništavamo ekosistem? Nećemo imati šta da jedemo. Trošimo milione na to? Nećemo imati čime da se odselimo. Ako ja mogu da biram da li ću živote u svojoj okolini učiniti boljim ili gorim, zašto bih izabrala drugu opciju?
Kroz reciklažu i prihvatanje odgovornosti za ovaj svet, ja radim na sebi: postajem svesnija sebe, učim se empatiji, i, pre svega, ne zagađujem. Reciklaža nije najzabavnija stvar na svetu, ali jeste sledeći logičan korak u razvoju civilizacije! Takođe, nije nimalo zahtevan proces, uzimajući u obzir sve ono dobro što nam omogućuje: reciklažom ćemo smanjiti naše deponije, pročistiti naše vode i izbistriti vazduh koji dišemo.
Svi mi želimo da ostavimo trag na zemlji, ali da li taj trag treba da bude đubre? Kada bismo svi reciklirali, znali bismo da naš trag ne treba da bude đubre, već ljubav i sloboda. Mi smo najslobodniji onda kada ne činimo nikome zlo, i najviše volimo svet onda kada volimo sebe. Do sada smo se trudili da sebe zavolimo kroz umetnost i nauku, a religijama smo opisivali dobrotu i odgovornost prema ostalim životima. Dvadeset i prvi je vek - krajnje je vreme da, posle stvaranja umetničkih dela, izvođenja eksperimenata i nedeljne liturgije, pokupimo za sobom.

Ljutnja i tuga

Ljutnja je mala
kao sreća
kada ju je tuga pozvala;
ljuta i tuga
sada traže nekog drugog.

Rhytm

It sleeps inside of him.
He wears a smile on his shirt;
he lives rock'n'roll in New York
and he drives bike for living.

Cambridge does not care
about Easter or my birthday;
pause is as short as my hair,
rhytm is the bay.

Don't try to change my opinion
about this form of art,
'cause times are getting tough
and music's all I've got.

Intelligent Humour

Watch out! Your intelligent humour
is strolling down the street, alone.
It could get eaten by a beast
drawn, off the hook, on the wall.
It might dip its foot in reality;
not good in 21st century...

Don't park here! Your intelligent humour
has high voltage and high power;
the transformer is your mother,
who feeds you Bući bući before her fitness class.
Play your intelligent humor pornography -
the symbol of freedom in 21st century.

Lacquer

Kurt, please come back
and don't kill yourself
this time.
I feel all the pain you sing,
although it's not mine.

The lacquer on the floor
of your bedroom in Seattle
still bleeds your celebral cortex
and fights your battles.
It's sticky on my shoes
and it's allergic to the moon;
"take your time, hurry up",
bring me a spoon
of heaven.

Why Not Have a Band When I'm in College?

The orthodox cruch is not my enemy.
I live in the 21st century;
we should no longer fight against popular beliefs,
but for our dreams.

My country has been in peace
for the last 18 years.
Syrians know how much that means.
I should not be aksing you for respect
instead of finding a way to earn it from myself.

My only wish is to study composition;
I'll be an artist,
not a dentist.
Since music makes you live longer,
why not have a band later,
when I'm in college?

To All the Schools I Have Attended Before

Dear politicians,
who hope that I will fail:
I doubt I have potential
to be a good slave.

Go lick boots
at another corner;
my pitbull is aggressive
towards other dogs.

I don’t care about
your unfortunate past.
I am the one
who will laugh the last.

You've cut the edges of a circle?
I am impressed!
However, I doubt that tomorrow
I will wear the same mask.

Ode to Asthma

My Koritsi is shaking;
she must be aching.
Today is such a wonderful day!

Berodual couldn't numb my lungs enough;
they're still breathing this air.
I’m starting to see things
that aren’t really there.

Nothing’s more pushy than an open door
when chemistry's your science of choice.
Nothing’s more pushy than an invisible wall
when you compare art to noise.

My Secret

I have a secret reason to be nice to you.
I hid it so well that I have
forgot its path.
Touch the border of Soviet Union
and Mongolia;
it’s the line I described to Cambridge
when they asked who knows the truth.

I have a secret reason to be nice to you.
Don’t worry about lavender -
its in the back of your shoe.
Encounter me in your diamond,
for I’ve lost my shine,
and maybe it's the line where
you’ll find yours too.

Imaginary Friend

My only friend is my imaginary friend.
We live in a haunted house
above the field
where you eat your imaginary dinner.
It helps you build your imaginary street.

You build that street out of chemicals and plastic
over your imaginary guitar
that you cannot play.
You reminded me of Kurt Cobain.

Our hard work will pay off
when we meet you in that street.
When I knew you,
you wore a different alter ego every day.
Have you stayed the same?

With your pain tolerance we cannot compete
with common sence,
but with grief.
That’s not our battle.
We fight for the better days to come.
Don’t be fooled by my smile;
it’s just your imaginary drum.

Blue

You were always wearing jeans,
your eyes were dark like night sky,
you were leaving inky fingerprints
at the right side of my lie,
and still it's weird how my blood turns blue
when I see you.

Your tears were clear like ocean,
your neck was livid and strange,
your soul smelled like Balkan
and your bruises seemed perfectly arranged,
but still it's weird how my blood turned blue
when I saw you.

You had no infrared heart;
you had an unshaped figure of sadness.
You made my life flow aimless.

It may be our blue past or blue time ahead,
I may be appaled, you may be harrased,
but still it's weird how my blood turns blue
everytime I see you.

Šutnuću te

Šutnuću te tako jako;
odletećeš u svemir.
Šutnuću te još jače;
odletećeš u drugi svemir.
Ako postoji samo jedan svemir
stvoriću još tri,
da mogu da te šutnem u svaki od njih.

5 puta 8

Kada sam skoro, u toku nekog časa,
prelistavala stare časopise osmosmerki,
na četrnaestoj strani,
u mreži pet puta osam,
same su stajale četiri tačke.

Rekla sam tiho: ,,Opusti se, mama,
jači sam igrač od njih
iako ne znam kako tama,
tj. svetlost dana,
utiče na svemir."

Jedna je crvena,
jedna siva,
jedna plava i jedna zelena.
Mada ih ranije nisam videla
znala sam da baš ovde stoje.
U toj istoj mreži pet puta osam,
tačkama fali jedna crna,
koju bih morala sama da dodam
ako želim da povežem sliku.

Rekla je tiho: ,,Opusti se, pile,
jači si igrač od njih
baš zato što ne znaš kako tama
tj. svetlost dana
utiče na svemir."

Magician

I'm a magician
with no hope,
with no heart,
creating moonlight in the dark.

If I had some hope, I'd turn it into a heart,
and if I had a heart, I'd turn it into dust,
and if I had that dust, I'd stew it over your arms
and watch you become the magician I trust.

Velika potraga za malom osobom

Ovde ljubav neću naći.
Ovde ništa neću naći;
mogu samo da te tražim,
pa makar se kriješ iza oboda
nema šanse da mi se posreći.

Je l' noć svuda ovako duga
il' samo kod nas večno traje?

Usput mi pomeni nešto loše s ovog sveta
ako želiš da ti sviram,
psu bez repa.
Melodija koju čuješ pratiće te bez predaha.

Mene prati stotinak dana.
Crkva moja sad je ona.
U njoj se molim Bogu svome za naučim da brojim
dane i mesece, godine i živote,
čije traćim dok tebe tražim ovde.

Artifical Intelligence

Do you believe in what love represents?
Lately, everyone has been talking about that.
The story starts at different places in the same time -
against the laws of physics,
against the laws of life.
Do you believe in what law represents?

I want to believe, but I do not care.
I'm old and ignorant when I think about
what the rest of the world thinks about.

I’m not going anywhere.
We are working on Artifical Intelligence
while turning our heads to unhappy children.
We are all someone's children.

Who is that someone?
Is she black?
Or is he white and wears a classy bag?
I cannot describe God,
but I can describe the love I feel for God;
it is the love I feel for myself.

Do you believe in what love represents?
Because I would love to see you lie.
Just like everyone else - you will try to define it
and get lost in an empty room.
You are an angel. You respect the laws.
You obey them unintentionally and painstakingly.
Do you love those laws?

No.

You would rather die.

“Don't worry. It's going to be fine."
Maybe it's already fine.
Think about the beautiful things we experience
and imagine experiencing them without Artificial Intelligence.
Maybe humans can not live
as much as they wish to.
Maybe I "believe" in love, too.

Skitnica

Skitnice moja,
propalice moja,
večeras mi ostavi mesto na svojoj klupi;
donosim ti jedno ništa
da mu dodeliš ulogu
i složiš ga na svoju zamišljenu policu.

To ništa sam dugo pravila
za osobu kao što si ti;
to ništa sam prvo zaboravila
na visokoj planini,
pa u dubokoj reci,
pa u strašnoj šumi,
pa na Ibarskoj magistrali
i u Padinskoj Skeli,
jer znam da si tuda šetao
kada si sreću naivno tražio.

To ništa sam zatim gazila,
tukla,
mučila,
bacala,
davila,
iskorištavala
i žvakala,
dok me nije podsetilo na tebe.

Na kraju sam to ništa nosila uz kožu
dok nije mirisalo na mene,
jer sam sebe uvek zamišljala uz tebe.

Skitnice moja,
propalice moja,
večeras mi ostavi mesto na svojoj klupi;
dozvoli mi da na kratko
sa tobom zamišljam policu
na kojoj naše ništa
igra ničiju ulogu.

Bullying

Characters:
Victims: Jim and Sue
Bullies: George, Luke and Jessica
Police: agent Jack and agent Sally
Headmaster or math teacher
School psycologist
The class

***

(Math class. Students are taking a test. Tension is in the air.)
Narrator: It was a stressful begging of the day for Luke. This test was taking 40% of his grade and he wasn’t really sure if he was going to pass it. He started to hear all the things his father will say to him when he brings the results home. He couldn’t stand just a thought of how he will feel then. He got mad, scared, intent, he started panicking, and than he saw Sue. She was sitting in front of him. Suddenly it seemed like all of his problems almost disappeared.
Luke (whispering): Hey, Sue!
Sue: (ignoring him)
Luke: Sue! Sue!
Sue: (still ignoring)
Luke: Sue, I know you can hear me.
Sue: (gets a little nervous but is still ignoring Luke)
Luke: Sue!
Headmaster: (rashly stands up) Oh, I forgot… Class, please be still, I will be back soon. I just need to… to… to do something… else… (rans out of the classroom)
Luke: (a few seconds later; slowly sits on Sue’s table) Hey! How nice to see you, Sue.
Sue: (scared; ignoring)
Luke: Wow, not a word?
Sue: (still ignoring, biting her lips)
Luke: Okay, listen, I need help. I don’t know most of things required on this test. That means I’m going to get a bad grade. But I know that you know most of things required on this test. So I need you to help me...
Sue: (ignoring)
Luke: …or even do my test instead of me.
Sue: (ignoring)
Luke: Here’s a fun fact: you know what we both know?
Sue: (looks up at him for a moment)
Luke: We both know that my father isn’t a big lover of bad grades. Ta – daaa!
Sue: (for herself) Oh no. I looked up at him. No, no, no, no, no…
Luke: Sue, I’m asking you nicely one more time.
Sue: (for herself) Ignore him, he will go away. Don’t panic, he can smell fear. Keep calm, keep calm, keep calm...
Luke: Okay, here goes nothing. (Climbs on Sue’s table) Hey everyone, look!
(The class looks up at him)
Luke: Sue is wearing the same shirt as yesterday! Oh, poor little Sue… Your mommy cut off your pocket money again, didn’t she?
Sue: Luke, c’mon, we’ve been through this…
Luke: Sue! Are you okay? Oh dear god! Sue! (Touches her face shocked) Sue! I didn’t know you can talk!
(Someone from the class laughs)
Sue: (confused) What? Of course I can talk…
Luke: Hey, guys, did you know that cows can talk?
(A few kids from the class laughs)
Sue: (slowly getting mad)
George: LUKE! YOU DIDN’T KNEW THAT COWS CAN TALK?
Jessica: Wow, Luke…
George: I am seriously disappointed at you…
Jessica: And I just wanted to ask you for biology help…
(Class is laughing and whispering, looking at Sue)
Sue: Get off of my table.
Luke: (waves with paper) First my correct answers.
Sue: (furious) Luke, get off of my table, get off of my mind, get out of my life now. Right now.
Luke: (to George) Just look at her face…
George: (laughing)
Jessica: (comes to Sue, starts playing with her hair) Oh, how sweet, Luke, she thinks that you’re going to obey her…
Luke: Yes, isn’t that sweet? I almost like her just because of that…
George: OOOHHH, LUKE!!!
Class: OOOHHH!!!
George: OH MY GOD! WHEN IS THE WEDDING?
Jessica: I am the godmother! I am the godmother!
Luke: Oh we don’t need anyone, right Sue? And besides, there isn’t enough room in my bed… (moves like he is going to kiss her; the whole class screams and applauds)
Jim: (stands out of the crowd) Okay, donkey face, it’s enough now.
(Everyone looks at Jim and stops talking)
Luke: Oh, Jimmy, I didn’t knew that you were jealous of me for having such a beautiful lady!
Jim: (a little shy) I’m not jealous of you…
Luke: No way! You are jealous of Sue!
Jim: (confused)
Luke: Hey, everyone! Jim is gay!
(Class screams. Guys start to look at Jim with disgust)
Jim: (comes to Luke) I see you got the courage to talk rubbish about me.
Luke: (comes to Jim) I see you got the courage to see that.
George: (licks his lips provocatively)
Jim: Oh, really? Do you see what a jerk you are?
Jessica: Woah, slow down a little! Our little Luka–Bazooka doesn’t have much experience with bullies.
George: Yes, he only has the practice.
(Everyone stares disapprovingly at George for a moment)
Luke: (leaning in Jim’s face, smiling) Oh, c’mon Jessie, he could teach me, I trust him…
Jim: (tries to punch Luke in the face)
Sue: (screams terrified) NOOO!!!
Luke: (catches Jim’s arm before it hits him and punches Jim in the stomach)
Jim: (moans loudly; turns around shriveled)
Jessie: (grabs Jim’s nose)
Luke: (stumbles Jim)
Jim: (falls on the floor crying)
Sue: (screams) JIM! JIM! STOP IT, YOU MONSTERS! JIM!
George: (starts kicking Jim, who lies on the floor helpless; Luke and Jessie do the same)
Sue: (rans out of the classroom to get help)
(The whole class moves aside and starts yelling: ‘FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!’ as Luke, George and Jessica are kicking Jim. After about 30 seconds the school policeman, agent Jack, comes in)
Agent Jack: (rans in the classroom, moves Jessica aside and separates Luke from Jim. George moves away by himself. He lifts bloody Jim from the floor. Says calmly) Everyone, get out of the classroom.
(Class gets out of the clasroom within seconds. Luke, Jessica, George and Jim stay in. Sue comes in with agent Sally)
Agent Sally: (looks at everyone) Nice weather today, huh?
(Nobody replies)
agent Sally: Please, continue, agent Jack.
(Agent Jack takes Jim and Sue out)
agent Sally: Okay. Luke, George and Susie…
Jessica: Jessie.
agent Sally: (waves) Nice to meet you, Susie. You three will go home and talk to your parents, before I do. You know that the consequences for this kind of behavior are opening your record and probably juvenile detention.
Jessica: For how long?
Agent Sally: For however long the judge decides on Monday at 8 am. Shame on you.
(The scene closes.)

***

Narrator: And Jim and Sue thought they wanted to get out of trouble. Well, did they?
School psychologist: (to Sue) So, tell me dear, what brings you here?
Sue: We were victims of bullying for couple of times…
School psychologist: (interrupts her) Oh, so you are calling yourself a victim?
Sue: (confused) Well, yes…?
School psychologist: That’s interesting. You see, every third kid calls itself ‘a victim of bullying’, instantly accusing some child with more problems than him\her and calling him ‘a bully’, without even thinking how ‘the bully’ feels. What if it’s really your fault?
Sue: (still confused) Okay, I don’t say I’m completely innocent…
School psychologist: Yes, but you’re just saying that only YOU are hurt. Only YOU don’t feel good. And why?
Sue: (still confused, irritated; thinks that her problem is obvious) Because they…
School psychologist: Go ahead, continue.
Sue: (furious) Are you going to listen to me? I’m trying to solve a major issue here, and I’m asking for your help. If I can’t have what I’m kindly asking for, I shall leave the room.
School psychologist: You, my blind darling, don’t realize how much I am helping you. You don’t even want to try to realize.
Jim: I agree with Sue. Please don’t make fools of us anymore.
Sue: (offended) Okay, Jim, enough of this. Stop defending me. I am capable to live my own life.
Jim: (offended) I am not controlling your life, I’m just being in it.
School psychologist: (for herself) That’s right, kids, get it all out now…
Sue: (cinically) Correction: I am capable to live my own life without YOU in it.
Jim: (hurt) Okay, I’m sorry. I was trying to help you.
Sue: (yelling) Well, stop trying and start doing!
School psychologist: (lighting the candles on her desk) Here we go, sweetie, get it all out…
Jim: (fleering at Sue) First you tell me to get out of your life, than you tell me to stay in it, and now you tell me to solve your problems.
Sue: (furious) Exactly! Oh dear, what is wrong with me?
School psychologist: (meditating) Yes, kids, yes, just get it all out…
Jim: (stands up and starts yelling) What is wrong with me always trying to help you, you little…
Headmaster: (runs in) Oh dear… oh dear… oh Sue, baby, are you okay? JIM! Oh Jim… oh my god… oh my… (hugs them tight) Are you crazy? They could’ve easily killed you! Don’t mess with them, I told you a hundred times. Sue, why didn’t you call me? Jim, why didn’t you? What is the problem here? (Starts sobbing; screams) WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING? WHY CAN’T I HAVE SOME HELP? PLEASE, TELL ME, WHY CAN’T YOU COOPERATE FOR JUST ONE SINGLE TIME? (Searches for a tissue in her bag) Oh my…
School psychologist: (solving Sudoku) That’s right, sweetie, get it all out…
Agent Sally: (comes in, carrying a pile of papers; exhausted) I am sick of these children. They don’t care about anyone, not even themselves. You can call it a family problem, you can accuse their siblings, parents, grandparents, aunt, uncle, dog, bird, but that doesn’t help at all. I am still sick of them.
School psychologist: (quietly) Time for a cigarette! (Gets out; Agent Jack comes in, eating a sandwich. Agent Sally and agent Jack are talking)
Sue: (desperately) Is anyone going to help me solve my problem?
Jim: I think not. Let’s try call out parents.
Sue: Are you out of your mind? No way! My mother would probably get her high school gang together and they will go beat up Luke’s dad.
Jim: What about your dad?
Sue: He doesn’t care.
Jim: But they are going to find out anyway and then they will be mad because you didn’t tell them earlier.
Sue: Mad because of what? Because they aren’t capable of getting me out of chaos?
Jim: I think you’re underestimating them.
Sue: I don’t care what you think! (Gets out)
Jim: (runs after her) Sue, wait! Please!
Narrator: You’re probably wondering what happened next. Luke, George and Jessica somehow ended up without proper punishment, unless you consider sweeping floors of school for two days a proper punishment for this kind of maltreating. Jim and Sue somehow didn’t end up as a couple, best friends or fractious. Their relationship remained tangled and unexplained. Agents Jack and Sally and the school psychologist somehow kept their jobs. Headmaster somehow didn’t react any further. Jims and Sues parents somehow didn’t got involved. But they all made sure that this scene gets really remembered.

***

(One year later; same set as in the beginning)
Luke (whispering): Hey, Sue!
Sue: (ignoring him)
Luke: Sue! Sue!
Sue: (still ignoring)
Luke: Sue, I know you can hear me.
Sue: (gets a little nervous but still ignoring)
Luke: Sue!
Headmaster: (rashly stands up) Oh, I forgot… Class, please be still, I will be back soon. I just need to… to… to do something… else… (quickly gets out of the classroom)
Luke: (a few seconds later; slowly sits on Sue’s table) Hey! How nice to see you, Sue.

Him

Her life is everyone's business.

She has to listen to her teachers,
her friends,
her dad,
the passangers,
the forgotten souls, who sell her dreams
for their own disgusting satisfaction;
she should hide herself behind the blanket
sewed out of her naked body.

He has his life, he has his death,
his privacy is kept under the glass bell.
Him, who has secrets, always wears
a completely bald head.

She cuts her hair, every time shorter,
and wears it more proudly than he can.
She will never pity herself
because of a stupid thing like gender.
It's a social construct, it's a lie
and it does not determine her life.
Build a cow out of the spite,
grow a home out of the cow;
let the hypocrats pass by it,
as they're saying you have a pretty smile.

Him, who is her biggest dream, should grow into someone else.
After all, who is he now?
He has a name,
he has a body
and he does a lot of things,
(besides stealing her spirit)
so don't let her be a man.

Not for even one day.
Let her walk the harder path
and become stronger than he can;
it won't pay off,
not today, not next year,
but the point is not in paying off.

She wants to confront herself.

Aubrey Wants to Sleep but Doesn't Know How

Aubrey wants to sleep, but doesn't know how.
Throw a bike instead of a kite;
it's easier to calculate kite's area,
and I just applied for a scholarship.

I am one conservation of angluar momentum away
from stealing a decade.

Aubrey wants to sleep, but doesn't know how.
I beg her to learn her needs and wants,
and translate them all in German
for her imaginary friend to understand.

She is one step away
from stealing a decade.

Aubrey wants to sleep, but doesn't know how.
When nothing comes out of me, I remeber the Fourteen Points
and look on them from different perspectives.
I just applied for an incentive.

Mother, forgive me, for I have sinned.
Father, run away, while you still can.
Buy yourself an apartment in the centre of the city
and tell me how that appartment is more important than my sleep.

The Story About a Responsible Father

Once upon a time, in a village far away, lived a man with two most beautiful daughters the Earth has ever seen. Or, the Earth has never seen? Depends what do you mean by Earth.
This man considered any potential lover of either one of his daughters an undesirable alien. He believed that the only male person that has a right to look at his daughters was himself.
Oh, how pretty were his daughters. They were two different pages of the same sheet. One was easy going, other was deliberate. One was benevolent, other was merciless. One wanted her longest relationship to be with a biker, and other wished to spend the rest of her life with a physicist.
Their father prayed every morning that no man ever thinks about his daughters' beauty. For him, they were too gorgeous to experience human loving and admiration. His prays were so sincere that God himself could not believe their candidness, and so he decided to check how serious this man was.
Every Sunday, the man was organising a barbecue for his family. They lived in a medium size house with the biggest yard in the village, that was ending with a cliff by the shore of blue Danube. This cliff was so high, that if an elephant weighted three tonnes jumped off of it, nobody on the cliff could hear any sound as he enters the water. The man could never see any use of such a high cliff.
Two daughters and their father ate vegetarian meat peacefully, when they saw a motorbike at the other side of the yard. It was going fast, so the family soon saw the people that were coming. A tall, strong guy with pitch black hair and eyes, dressed in a leather jacket and skinny jeans was maneuvering the vehicle. The young and skinny man, whose laughter exuded with doubt and whose organs of vision were hidden besides thick, round glasses, was sitting behind and giving directions. At least that is what they saw in moonlight.
The members of the male gender population stopped besides the table dramatically, and looked at their prettier acquaintances. It was love at the first sight.

The big father interrupted the silence: "You can park down there", he pointed his finger behind himself. The biker sat on the motor and turned it on. "It is better if both of you drive; you are heavier, so the gravity will pull you harder", dad suggested. The scientist-like guy sat behind his friend.
They started driving slowly.
"Go lower", the man navigated them.
They went a bit lower.
"Lower, lower", the man continued.
They listened to him.
"You can go lower, there is plenty of space down there."
They added a little gas.
"Yes, that is right. Just a little more.", the father seemed excited.
The duo proceeded to their parking spot.
"Almost there! Go just a bit lower..."
Silence.

Please Knock on the Door

I wish it was winter,
so that I can cover my dog with a blanket
and be cold the whole night.

I'm chasing a light
from the newest iPhone,
but I'm sure I'll be fine.

No one offered you any money;
you weren't born during Berlin Blockade
or Vietnam War.
Even then people were miserable
only because of their stupid clones.

I wish it was winter,
so that all the weak people
could freeze in front of my eyes.

I'm preparing a first strike
against myself,
because you need to see
how bad you are to me.

No one is responsible for your actions.
Since you are uncountable, that means you.

John See(d)s the Light

Today, John thought that he lived on Venus. He was sure that this day will last 5,832 hours in total.
It was tiring to just think how old he will get tomorrow. When you are sixteen on planet Earth, it is hard to live. There is too much stupidity circling around and waiting for your dead flesh to rotten, so that it can eat you. And since you are sixteen, you always seem to have better things to do than fight for your life: go to school, develop your talents, earn pocket money, achieve celebrities' fitness goals, walk your dog, listen to music, read, meet your friends... and above all, not forget about the chia seeds you soaked in the water to eat them the next day for breakfast. But John forgot about the last one.
Suddenly, this day was not unbearable anymore.

Imagine a World Better than This

There was an advertisement the other day
on TV,
not on social networks
'cause we live in the past century,

and it was about velvet curtains.
It said: Why would anyone need curtains
when they can only afford one?
It is sad how this world functions,

so we sell two velvet curtains
for the price of one.

My friend wanted one curtain for the price of half.
Her mother told her: It's impossible.

But she bought four curtains,
gave two to me,
burned one
and used its ashes to label the exact half of the one that remained whole.

Hey person, you are sick!
You separated a perfect pair!
Try to admit it at the Chinese court;
I am sure they will have an answer you can not understand.
Try to explain to the ashes of that poor, velvet curtain
why you have to break all the rules
the television sets for you.
It's sad how this world functions,

so they sold you two velvet curtains
for the price of one.

No, part 2

I don't like to party or do drugs;
for me it's enough to think about your arms
and how desperately I want to be stronger than you
just so I can prove myself to the world.
And how terrible is this world...
I wouldn't understand even if I could.

My favourite pants are somewhere at your house.
They were men's, and you had none.

I pinned a big 'no' on my forehead
just for you to see it.
You can't just read it, you have to comprehend it.
If you don't succeed, stick to pornography.

I'm an Aries, you're a Gemini;
maybe we should fit perfectly
as long as I don't raise my twelve children with you.

In Serbian, 'no' is 'ne',
in Greek, 'ne' is 'yes';
is this really the place I want to stay at?

I Want to Play Cello Up that Hill

Germany is sometimes far away
on a road of broken dreams and no place to stay.
Even thousand kilometers from my homeland
the clock and the weather didn't change.
But who am I to tell?
I got no eyes.
I got no ears.

So don't you bail on me
'cause here I got everything
that I don't want to have.
Here I got everything
up my sleeve.

Germany is sometimes a place to go;
running over old wish, it's very close.
Should I wonder what it's like across the land?
The different conditions,
the developed contradiction,
the clock and the weather didn't change.
But who am I to tell?
I want to Greece.
I want to Athens.

So don't you bail on me,
'cause I have no 'everything';
it's a metaphor for something you've never seen.
You got no eyes,
you got no ears,
I got no 'everything' up my sleeve.

An Honest Response

You're such a bad teacher. I need a break.
You have definitely missed the profession.
When I walk out the door of your classroom,
I know even less than I knew before
your class.

Who pays for additional lessons?
Who pays for wasted time?
My mother does
and so do I.
While you are handling your private issues
caused by life itself,
my mother and I are dealing with issues
of poor reflexion
of your work.
Stop for a moment
and try to think:
do you really want to do this?

Do you want to narrow our horizons
while we haven't even seen them?
Do you want to know what they mean?
For us it means future.
For our parents joy.
For you, it means food on the table
and a new toy
for your baby boy.

If the stars collide at this very second
you wouldn't be the one to teach us about that.
Why?
Try and answer it yourself.
You know yourself the best,
but you don't know me
and you don't know him
and you will never know another person
as little as you know yourself,
because you are not a teacher.

You don't have that heart.
Heart is a muscle, as strong as our emotions are.
Yours is, apparently, to weak for this school.
Go read about methodics and psychology.
Go read about something I haven't heard for
and make me want to find out more.
Let me see you improvise
if you are as wise
as you want us to believe.

Show me that I'm honest for a reason.
Maybe I'll write an individual report this evening.

If it's too much to ask,
you know where the door is.
Walk through them after your next class
and realise if you learned something new.

Oh, well.
What can be new for you?

Pile

Po zelenoj livadici šetao se Pile;
lako, kao vetar, njegove oči mile
sletale su radoznalo s parčeta na parče
zemlje suve već nekoliko dana.
Kuda šetaš, Pile? Šta to lepo njušiš?
Godine su odmicale, a Pile nije znao.
Kada odeš, Pile, sve ćeš da nas rastužiš,
a taj tren samo što na vrata nije pokucao.

Pazi, Pile! Ljuta je oluja
iznad tvog malog raja udahnula svetlost.
Ni ti, ni tvoje oči mile, nemate kuda, Pile;
znaš li da grom briše sve čega se sećaš?
Godine su odmicale, a Pile nije znao.
Godine će odmicati i kad Pile bude nestao,
al' do tada, Pile, mi znamo da si jak
i koliki si na ovoj zemlji ostavio trag.

The Sound of Silence

Daddy finally built a fifth wall
right in front of my left window.
Why do I call the window “left”
when it is the only one?
I guess I like to pretend that I hear the sound of silence,
just like every kid on the block pretends that it lives
a life from a dream.

I tried to hug my dad many times.
Today it was six thousand and seventh.
It seems that he neglects my arms
when they open towards him.
It seems that I forgot who I am
for six thousand and seventh time,
but daddy, don’t worry, I will reach my final destination;
I will hear what the silence sounds like.

Kids with a yellow ball
are the worst kind of enemies.

With whom am I going to scream
when I’m too old for a grave?

I guess that I can pick from boys on the street.
It seems that I finally hear the sound of silence.

The Sea

No one can see what a sea can see.
No one is as big as the sea.
But just for the sake of having fun,
let’s prove the information we said out loud:

Little boy, get your hands off of that white inhaler.
It does you no harm,
it does you no good,
and if you want to kill yourself
better try searching for a compass in a wood.

“Which wood?”

The sea;
it is a wood made out of living things.

A plastic bottle, a TV, a smile, a dead body -
they can all grow and breathe in the sea.
And you will never be able to join them
if you keep justifying your disease.

The sea has seen more than you did.
Don’t you want to be seen by the sea?