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
The Angel Who Visited Me he was so fast that I could barely touch him he stayed for a short time yes, a few weeks, but he was so gentle and invisible that I didn’t know he was there right away and when I realized I thought he was some intruder who would capture me…
1. Evening of art – feet painting workshop at the Sopot Kindergarten in Zagreb After a long time, I was again invited to the Kindergarten in Sopot to present my way of painting to children and parents thus participating in an art evening. Using my feet playing when I was a child is actually what…