kosovo dance
kosovo theatre

 

Tears of destruction

Can be found

In the many streets

That surround this theatre

 

I am seated

Behind a thick pillar

You cannot see me

But I am there

 

From this position

I can see you all

Fidgeting in your seats

Racked with guilt

 

English is not my mother language

But I feel comfortable

Sharing her bed

And caressing her abalone lips