Now Do not Tell Me of Men! - Müesser Yeniay

My soul hurts so much that

I awaken the stones under the earth

 

Juan Sánchez Peláez - Vicente Gerbasi

The eyes of the owl 

closed on the plain 

of death 

Poison - Kinga Fabó

I don’t know what it is but very ill-

intended. Surely a woman must belong to it.

And something like a laughter.

To the Lost - Dvora Amir

They came at the close of autumn, Moslem refugees from Bosnia

given shelter in this country, in the house next door, by a Yugoslav woman in Baka.

A Zipper - Nikolina Andova Šopova

Like when you are zipping

a broken zipper

You slide it, and it persistently opens

Autumn Afternoon - Željana Vukanac

The light of the last sun

elongates the faces of labour in the tin wheels

King of the hosts - Pope Urban VIII

King of the hosts of heavenly birth, 

Thou Son, Redeemer of the earth, 

And Holy Ghost, the Paraclete, 

Bring to our souls thy solace sweet. 

Who Deserves Respect? - Jean-Baptiste Nau

He whose hands are ever engaged,

And who seeks what's true and right,

Who lives from his own work's wage,

Not from other people's plight.

Laughing Drums - David Amadu

History’s white hand wrote my country’s course

In a language that will come back and hunt her

In the twenty first century;

World Peace - Xanana Gusmão

Violence, death

Blood and tears