Copyright A.Krajinovic 2023

Keep driving, never arriving, never arriving.

Close your windows, close your eyes.
It´s all written in a summer´s book.
All these shapes , all these years.
Sticks and stitches on milk white skin.
The sounds of time´s just a mile away.
Speak in riddles in eternal memories of our dreams.

And as summer fades away we are pulling the broken pieces back together to the center of our universe.

You´ve been a hundred persons,at least only one.
In your garden
Remember spaces of tomorrow