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1. 6. 2005.
Selection of Poems: In the Waiting Room and other poems
I sit alone In isolation Amputated from the daily existence In the distance I hear the sirens That horrible sound that echoes someone’s misfortune Someone’s resistance In the distance I hear roaring of the cars In the distance it all seems like a farce They say it is a routine procedure Simple matter of expanding the blood flow to your heart Your heart Heart I listened to when I was a child It was calm and firm It whispered to me Bum bum Bum bum In its safety I found comfort and dreams In its presence I grew Doctor tells me everything went fine Can’t wait to hear again the beat of that heart of mine