eye of a tiger

you have a nosebleed again

I wipe the rim of your lips
with my finger

and look you

in the eye

- tiger is asleep

in the big black

hole

faint sign of a smile

shows

on your face

war

my friend

travels to the places

where bombs explode

sand that has the colour

of the sky at dawn

covers his hair

and I hope that's enough

to make him invisible

that it's enough

to make gun-men

miss him

he drinks tea

and shares bread

with people

that are going to die

tomorrow

apparently

tea has never

been so bitter.

never tasted better.

Fall

Sun rays devour vast meadows around us. We are far away from every city; in a place where even few steps seem like an endless distance; where minutes become an eternity. Violets and aquamarines dance on our faces - it is cold and our insides start to cover with all the shades of blue. None of us moves, we squint and become even more impermeable. We try to hide heads in our shoulders. 'Maybe we should go', says one of us and we both agree. Yet - immobility sets even stronger in our bodies and I can feel how my hair grows and pierces the ground, how my fingers claw to the grass to become roots, how my heart beat slows down. It's so quiet and so bright. Image of you, hidden behind my eyelashes, is blurred and out of focus. It's so easy to forget that you are still here. Planes that are cutting through the sky above us are mute and leave only white scratches behind. I want to become a sound, I want you to become a sound - even though it travels so much slower than the light. I imagine you start to laugh. It awakens earthquake beneath us. Leaves from my hair start falling down.