Nepremostivi A ja samo znam Da ću Svaki Put Iznova Stavljati svoj dlan Pokraj tebe Na trosjede Na klupe Na rub stola Na onaj Jedan Nepremostivi stolac Između nas I da će Svaki Put Iznova Ostati otvoren ... Continue Reading →
1. If I could talk to the old, sage winds That roam the ancient skies of your land I'd ask them to tell me stories of yore Of the gods and the rulers and the holy men Who built the... Continue Reading →
