IF I GO

This is my way,
Without water,
Eye,
Without hearing
And ear.

Lilys and roses.
Around neck
Knot,rope.

This is my way,
And darkness
Inside hidden hole
Without hands
And legs
I can to die.

This is my way
Don’t let me go.

DEAF TIME

From deaf time,our era is deformation.
Hungry seating on my nape of the neck,
They seat on my burden ripeness.

From weakness aspiration
In soul sadness to spill.

I think,from sorrow
I crush my eyes.

SILENCE

To keep silent itself in front of us
every morning the same paths the same ways
asphalt hard and rude …

Every morning in seuls
silence our steps resound…

Every morning on the same ways,
every morning on the same paths
towards which goals to go…

By Maria Deyana
London,United Kingdom
2006

biografia:

Maria Deyana M.V. was born in 1967 in Croatia. As a student of Faculty of Pedagogy and a member of the Association of the yound writers of Croatia, started to publish her work quite early in journals and periodicals. She worked as a presenter on TV and journalist in a newspaper. As the war engulfed territorries of former Yugoslavia her book of poetry in preparation \'Child of Eden\' was destroyed. Published three books of poetry: “Girls treasury” – “Acridity” - 1994 “Good water” - 1995 “The Wound” - 2005 She lives and works in London,United Kingdom. \'

Additional Information

Nominated as Universal Peace Ambassador in the framework of the Universal Peace Ambassadors Circle, Geneva Switzerland

Web site:

www.mariadeyana.com