by Vinko Kalinić
All loves are just the dust on the road
which we are picking and stacking down in some
softer part of us, then sometimes
after being crushed of wandering and insomnia
we stop in the middle of the street, asking ourselves
who has left that husky emptiness in the sight
who left the blunt echoes on the footpath
and who, just accidentally thrown words
Vinko Kalinic
(Translated into English
Darko Kotevski, Melbourne, Australia)
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Vinko Kalinić was born 1974 in Split, Croatia. He is a writer, journalist and human rights activist. He lives on the island of Vis. He is the editor of the internet portal My island of Vis, which is dedicated to life on the island and the Mediterranean culture. Also on facebook Vinko Kalinić daily writes his poetic diary, which tracks more than 2 300 fans. - http://vinkokalinic.blogspot.com/
Last updated September 19, 2011