by Jacqueline Filipova- Svekjarovska
From shore to shore,
between two unexistences
crucified is the dream
after which I walk
as a ropedancer
Under my feet
life is sparkly hastening
In the air diffract
sun rays and drops of residence
in a wonderful range of desires
On their bow
I carefully builds a tower:
there will wake up
in some another reality
Last updated October 19, 2011