[tabby title="Poem"] We need a better world,but this one is all we have,though few do pretend Marsmight have been a better option. Their faces have such eyesone can get lost in too much,they play to know what love is,they turned...
[tabby title"Poem"] A hum in your headfrom all the wine you drank upto forget your illscauses you to feel quite fine,so you enter your car and ... [tabby title"Poet Bio"] Mitja Lovše is a writer, a performer and a director...
[tabby title="Poem"] Another summit peakedwith the fists brokenfrom all the wordsunsaid out loud. 'Why don't we just stopmeeting for the reasonwe might all end upbeing dead later?' 'What is this bullshityou keep repeatingas you observedfew like you?' Political is personal,personal...
[tabby title="Poem"] One shouldn't loseone's head in this,the world gets ruinedand some survive. One can't acceptone to be that,a lottery is playedwith lives then. One mustn't guffawin the face of this,a humour can workwith some power. 'This is fine and...
[tabby title="Poem"] The storm stopped,no one returnedtowards the beach,everyone left. The waves crashed,the shells smiledas they should have,they are free now. No tourist is here,the gulls returnand greet the shells,they have won. For how long?Let's leave this. [tabby title="Poet Bio"]...