Vida Nenadic Poems

Travel!

Do not hesitate
as hesitation is leading to defeat.
...

She was sitting,
on an empty seat, next to me,
covered by thoughts full of forgotten smells,
with the scarf colored by past times,
...

Firstly
I was traveling
through reading.
...

On the edges
of forgetfulness
there are shadows
playing
...

I am not going to tell you the name of the city
in which my steps are still searching for me.

I am not going to tell you the name of the city
...

For years now
I have been dreaming about returning home.
For good.
...

He follows me
and always
stays around me.
...

Because of the tape
which was cut off,
because of the dust on the pictures,
which are more yellow as time goes by.
...

When I had someone to call me
I had no phone.
Now I have two phones
But have no one who calls.
...

It is painful
to live in this time and age.

It is painful
...