Without being exposed…
We can’t
Do life as we want
But easily
We can go back
Back in time
Without noise
In complete silence
With a drunken soul
In the mind
Pushing and stirring memories
Staring at the old picture
Getting lost in the film of images
Printed in memory
Feeling longing
For the spring that has gone without return
Along with the aging of the days
And thus forgotten in the past
We live the madness of everyday life
Haunted by unwritten words
For the vain cries of conscience…
Poem by Marjeta Shatro Rrapaj
