I’d like to think I’m poet, but I don’t write songs   I’d like to think I’m writer, but I don’t write stories.   I’d like to think that people think I’m a poet or a writer, but they don’t!   So what I’m gonna do?   I’m gonna write story in a song, but…


Na ulici krava, tri mrava i zena koja oce sve badava.   Kaze krava, ne diraj to voce, nije to za badava.   Na to se nasmijase velika tri mrava. Stojase sastrane i promatrase kako se krava nosi s zenom sto hoce sve za badava. Odjednom, naglo, se mrav okrene i pogleda mene ravno u…


Im sitting in a pond, I dont ahve anything else to do. I dont have anything else to see, so Im looking in a pond, to maybe find some new piece of me.   It was created when a cloud decided to be loud, but no one felt scare, so he threw a rain, and…


Even bad words can trigure a need for a Dream. A dream that will  show them with who are they messing with. A dream that will show them that they were wrong, that they are all cowards, hiding behind their problems, behind their lies,  their ties, like a mice, waiting in a hole, for a…


I’m sitting in a car, watching people passing by, and I’m thinking, about everything. How I make my own way, through the cars, through the lightst, yellow, green or red, I don’t care. I live it simple, simplest as I can, boundaries, what are they? There’s no rule that applies to me, nothing can stop…


There is hole in my head, a big one though. It’s very dark too. This hole has no end,  and time  doesn’t exist there!   But, there are millions and billions connected dots, those dots represent my thoughts. Every single dot is one simple information, maybe a letter or some random number. When those dots…


I’m standing in the middle of the street, while feeling litgh breeze of the wind. I look at the sky, and there nothing there, except shiny sun, on its mysterious way.   I’m happy and I feel no fear, all my problems simply disappeaared. I’m dancing. I don’t care about anything, my mind is free,…


Sun is trying to kill me, but its too far, However, its raising our temperature bar. Sun is trying to kill me, but its too weak, earth’s atmosphere is too thick But that giant yellow thing is cunning, it made us running, criccling, spinning, it wants to kill everyone, to be just as it was…