By the River

   




Flows to the fifty feet from the house in which we live in fear and happiness, first because of the power of mighty waters,
Second, because of the summer evenings on the beach, guitar and voice hoarse, and all those who came before me, they walk in my boots ... a few of us together are different and irreconcilable, from opposite sides of the world, and at odds and evil, but what we are, because we are called the assistance a small hill of Srem, not to flinch, not to lapse into oblivion, the place in which the whole world knows us!










                  Gomolava



sometimes,
If you let the sound of water that overcomes these
all the senses, the sounds of the present, that all that matters in this world is not important to you, if you really stop to look through a pair of eyes,
and go along this path long ago trampled by human feet, only then will you see where you are
stop, where to place clinking armor and weapons of ancient legions.