The way to unfamiliar and distant places - Marija Bralović

here is 
one of those places 
where people meet 
each other 
like a good friends 
thoughts strayed 
in the African tribes 

among cyber chiefs 
and bantu yugonostalgic people 
was the place 
where they were 
playing drums 
where they were 
sitting around a high flame 
and where 
his fingers 
gave birth 
new face of perfection 

sometimes, I wonder 
what would happen 
if someone like him, 
if he even could, 
tell his feelings 

and here is 
one of those places 
where we curse 
each new 
survived morning 
where only 
sky 
is sufficient parameter 
for some new tomorrow 

here is not 
one of those places 
where the evening 
ends praising 
The God 
thanksgiving him for 
peace and prosperity. 
Because it's gone. 
and not 
one of those places 
where hundreds of crafts 
seesaw the ocean 
hoping for salvation 

here is not 
but somewhere it is.