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?