Mila ljubavi moja

When I look through the window
I ask myself why
and I see the plants,
the trees and the sky

When I look at the wall I ask, Master,
can I paint my pain in colors
as bright as your eyes?

And I find comfort in your eyes.

When you look into me,
you see my soul,
transparently deployed
in a myriad of feelings
uninterrupted by sorrow
and grief, and I tell myself
why is love the power of life?

My state of mind is determined
by this space, this room,
the powerful interplay of politics
and finally, the stone trespasses
its limits and touches your lips.

Lips remain silent and still create
an atmosphere where we could stand,
cry and claim our freedom
to lead ourselves through endless passages
of incarnating pleasure,
even though we are death
in our soul and walking like
remainders of an unfulfilled life.

Our loved ones are gone,
and we are gone with them.