Comments about Mira Ilic
I Think I Lost My Wish
I think I lost my wish.
Fifteen minutes to catch a bus.
I eat a roll until trees and bushes and houses
run in opposite direction
What shell I do What shell I do
There is a book in my beg - 'The World According to Garp'
I squeeze sheets
Is that the proof of its existence?
One step more to the entrance...
I must not forget...
On my way back...
To pick up my heart from cleaning...