(to Antonija V.)
The past's waters flow, carrying memories
Of broken commandments and stolen recollections.
Sister, what is life in Sarajevo like?
Do the mullah's voice or church bells chime first?
And sister, what is death like in Sarajevo?
The secrets of the departed remain untold.
Raise your hands, sisters, hoping to reincarnate
As a human once again in the next life.
Why do you hide your hands and stay silent?..
Like water returning to ancient seas,
One day we'll be children once more,
Playing carefree among white gravestones,
Unaware of death, unafraid to bow our heads.
But for now, on the ruins of the old world,
Let me be alone with my quiet thoughts, God.
[2024]
Chronicle of white sandstone
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