Bud

I am the moss on the asphalt

I am a broken branch

I the burdock and my buddy Miroslav Mandic

I am beauty which can be seen only when it’s photographed

I am a golden fly

I am the budding of little white snails on grass blades

I am God even dearer to God

I am a soft bending

i am calling

I am a strawberry, a bud of a red rose

I am socialising

I am peace

I am climbing

I’m trembling

I am the pattering of rain over the tin shelter

I am everything that Miroslav Mandic sees while sitting on the bench

I am red taillights on the green tram

I am a piece of rotten rope

I am the word dance tattooed on the hand which is gently touching the blue flower

I am something inexplicably exciting that can be felt in this photo