THIRST
A river could become an ocean, if it contracted itself that`s how much vastness, eternity of waters it can hold. But if the river ever gets frozen and if she ever gets tired of running it`s course, she dies without the distance, she dies in bondage cold. The wind inside of her dies. The forests die The grains die. And the sun that weaves its stems along its shores must die. This is why the river must not stop ever and this is why with lips made of waters thirstiest in the world it runs forever! Mika Antic A TRANSLATION OF IMMORTAL POEM