Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Water does not ask
who you are
It flows
through all languages,
crossing borders
we have invented
In a single drop
the whole world fits,
a tear, a sea, a river,
and someone’s quiet hope
We carry it within us
as a memory of the beginning,
as proof
that we are made of the same breath
When a word becomes water,
it does not wound,
it unites.
It pours from heart to heart
and dissolves
what keeps us apart
So write —
let your poem be a river,
let it find its way
even where there is none
For water knows
what we forget:
that we are all
one ocean
Ankica Anchie Biskupović
Humanist, Poetessa, Author
