Bud

rain

Your hand on my shoulder

for nineteen months I’ve been sleeping on this bed made of books and

I would love a lot if these books would find themselves among people besides their beds

the day in which Lazar Risar arrived in white city (Belgrade)

when I saw the photo I felt tenderness

wow how I would like so that all of this is neat and available to all beings

it would be nice to have two three more of these bookshelves but only after I move out

computer. two working desks and working chair. the other two chairs are not mine and they are not moving out

with my belly skin-tighten I’m taking a photo of you and I love-kiss you my birch

I’m encouraging myself

I’m tinying with verb tinying. tinying with adjective tinying

same as you and same as you – may the scent of love reach you forever

it’s dripping from the trees

twenty five sparrows are bathing in the poem twenty five sparrows

Kolubara

obedience to the houseleek

silence

spring in the middle of winter

bridge of heavenly greenery

masterpiece