Branko Miljkovic - Children outside their mother

 Everything lives off of their death

The forgetfulness' coast

And the stone's hands

And the ground's memory

And the morning's eyes

And the rain's fingers

And the snow's fount

Everything lives off of their death

The footprints and the beggars and the clouds

and the fire in which they shoved their hands

Don't tell the roads your name

(They'll betray you)

Don't listen to the trees on the coast of silence

(The river will take your eyes)

DON'T OPEN THE WINDOWS

(The birds will fly out)

Children cry for the birds

And live off of their death