Zlata’s Daughter

I met zlatica when I was young on a visit to the old country we held hands at the village dance and walked evenings on the corzo when I left she gave me golden dice on a chain and said osjećaj me - remember me ~~~~~ zlata is a mother now a grandmother       … Continue reading Zlata’s Daughter

politika of the pipples

So! Frenk! You are skippi or Evropski - from Europe? Da, ja isto - me too - but you have lived here all life, yes? I am only here few years. What do you do? Oh, poet! We have many poet in my country, is long tradition, very politik, you know? Telling pipples istina - … Continue reading politika of the pipples