The morning poured br handfuls of colorful thoughts br on the pillow where I sleep br I choose a happy one br and all day stick to it br like a drowning man at the straw: br in front of my eyes flies br a small elephant with big ears br flying with a feather into it's trunk br before it realize that can fly br even out of roads of dream br because the dream is reality br if we could awake it in ourselves br and anything that brings the day is a gift, br even the dried leaves and dust are bed br where flowers and bugs, br while making love, saves the world br And again I learn from the grain of eternity br embraced onto my chest br how much love can be hold into br the human eye: br the Ocean waves in itbr br Zaklina FilipovaSvekjarovska Macedonianbr br