I'm lying in the grass
Even though I'm on cold laminate.
That early morning tear of the country is trying to get through my dress - he wants to pardon me.
I lie in silence,
although the birds recount their last dreams.
I'd try my
I can hum so humidly but there's only silence in me.
Looking up at the sky with no plane tracks, closing my eyes.
A small heart is pounding,
it grows and it's like it's getting cramped.
How do I let him go?
Maybe like a balloon?
And then it scrambles without asking...
He goes after other hearts and the sky suddenly covers countless similar balloons...
Lelujavo playfully and joyfully create a veeeeliko big one.
But that scene doesn't last long either.
Red fortification is steeply embraced
Country!
Suddenly everything begins to swell smell floral and woody,
dogs leave the cats to cover the bones first,
the man leaves milk to the calf.
Stolen water sprays from wells like a fountain,
clouds coming out through the molehills,
Angels marry the human race.
And it all kind of stayed locked in a sudden stop ripe until
The earth is stressed by much-anticipated love.
Moods if the stade,
We're all going to follow up on millions of cryptocurrencies,
a million dead.
And my lucky back rose from the grave.
Thank you,
I'm hugging my piece of the world in time.
On cold laminate.
Break the hot grass
Although I am still in a cold space,
But the pain of this home country is trying to pass through my heart - please forgive me,
My heart is so quiet.
Even the birds are talking about their last dreams.
But I'm still going to stick with myself.
You can also sing with joy like that,
Inside, it's a galaxy of silence.
Look at the sky, there are no more traces of airplanes,
Silently close your eyes slightly.
A little heartbroken,
Become tighter and tighter.
How can I let freedom fly?
Maybe it's going to be like a balloon.
Then bondage is the eternal theme...
One heart, but to chase a kind of freedom,
It was as if suddenly the sky was full of balloons...
Like woodland, happily create a greater heaven and earth,
But this kind of thinking is not known how long it will last.
The power of red limits injustice;
This planet will always be independent!
And suddenly everything began to smell of freedom.
Everything is slowly a strong backbone,
Humanity has finally found the proposition of treasure.
Like a spring gushing in a well,
Clouds are formed,
The angels are to make peace and snuggle with mankind.
Freedom is locked in a state of fulfillment,
Until this planet can be relied upon by the love it expects.
Oh please rest, please stop,
Each state has its own laws.
My happy back will restart from the grave,
Thank you for this Almighty God.
I'm going to embrace the world.
Even if it is in a cold-sided realm.
Suzana Lovrić is a Croatian poet, writer and cartoonist.
Winner of the 2007 Fra Grgo Martic Gold Award.
In 2020, he published a selection of comics from The Road to Change.
Translation Introduction:
Tian Yu (James Tian), pen name Deng Zhan, gender, male, born in 1994 in Tai'an City, Shandong Province. Editor-in-chief of the Chinese edition of Serbian Aria Mundi magazine, interview with Chinese poets.
Winner of the top ten emerging poets of the 2020 Chinese Poetry Spring Festival Gala and the winner of the top ten poets of the 2021 Chinese Poetry Spring Festival Gala. It has been published by the International Culture Publishing Company and published books such as the monograph "Firefly Sky" and Tian Yu's Modern Poetry Selection.