What can bombs know of the illuminated fields so golden with heaven in your heart’s sacred lands?

Between death and hell a bridge shining silver wings offers his soul hope.

As the earth dies your spirit will bloom; as the world fades your soul will rise and glisten. Amongst the dehydrated crevices of a desert earth you will stumble upon your diamonds; in between the...

I’m a survivor. And like the moon, I have a feeling it would take a truly spectacular event to keep me from taking my place in the scheme of things, waxing, waning, and eclipsing notwithstanding.

Look now,’ Vesna’s mother continued, ‘what do you know, a civil war might break out any minute: Serbs would fight with Croats, Czechs would fight with Slovaks, Hungarians would fight with Jews. how can you...

We always find something, eh Didi, to let us think we exist?