Palette of Closeness: Reflections of Poetry in Painting – Visual Interpretation of Verse
I COLLECT
I collect the fragments of a dream
Waiting for the new day arrival
In which again I will not find you.
In this half-sleep
With your hand on my shoulder
I know that we are both here
At the same moment, at the same time.
And when I open my eyes
I will know that the day has come
In which again I will not find you.
Kristina Šubašić
REFUGE
Can’t you
fall asleep?
I’ll wrap you
in the mantle of
my sleepiness
Kristina Šubašić 11.5.2023.
THAT DAY
That day when they ordered me to disappear
I was already waiting for them.
I was one step ahead,
A step behind,
I was everywhere around them.
In the confusion of their existence
They did not notice, did not grasp
That I’m letting them
Not to see
That I am
In them. Kristina Šubašić, 7.5.2023
