Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundshear only the old wind with their ancient name accordingthe direction and sound. Only one of them wasnot affected by the type of evil that moved away eventhe bird of snow to hit the glass of the closed windowwhere he left behind the name of the wind, a new onewith the root of it with a word that means blood, becauseno dictionary had it.Then the spider came, it moved in the night in thewhite surface as if she wanted to protect from the badbreath. Looking around the owner seemed to have focusedhis eyes on the sunriseSo, with that he decided to leave the area forever.LiberationWagons on the railway seem to shape first as sometimid turtles walking not to injure the eggs that had onabdomen and sometimes seem to shape as a snake inthe open field on the snow, toward the tunnel of sun inthe dawn.The spring was coming and the wild quince withred flowers frozen in the rays of the sun and the coldair.In that time, after the wish expressed was kept thepromise to separate from the life of Dranja forever.And I put it in the bag. The place doesn’t look similarto place, the man not to man and the feeling of missinghad began before the migration. Where to go?We saw art monuments, quiet islands, foothills onthe greenery and we never said we will remain here!257