Not Everyone is Friedly to You (Nisu ti baš svi skloni) Not everyone is friendly to you, as you think, the world is unfriendly place. But I have no other family. Do you hear the summer screams? Yes, they descend on our garden, pluck heads, they swallow oxygen and all our babuskhas they will disappear forever like pets through the bush in the corner of our garden And It Isn’t Allowed (A to se ne smije) You smile, even without a collocutor, with your eyes, into space, into a volcano’s crater, to a human face which should be loved only not to their market-places, not to shadowy places where things and people lose their names it’s there that shadows of smiles fly over human shadows You walk through the city, looking into their eyes, and it isn’t allowed You break the door apart and enter, the mouth smiles of its own accord, the mouth does its job – let’s...