Paukova mre'a plamti...
         Spiderweb glowing ...

makaze
lastinih krila režu
mesec na pola

Vladimir Devide

scissors
of swallow's wings cut the moon
in two

mlada devojka
kraj procvale trešnje
kako su lepe!

Boro Latinović

a young girl
by a blossoming cherry-tree
how beautiful they are!

žestoko more
prolećni cvetić spokojno
na suncu

Jadran Zalokar

a rough sea
the little spring flower
calm in the sun

prolećno sunce
drobi led s potoka
u kristalne kapi

Bogdanka Stojanovski

the spring sun
crushes the stream’s ice
into crystal droplets

aprilsko sunce
na posao bih mogao
i u košulji

Nebojša Simin

April sun
I could go to work
in my shirt sleeves

zelenim korakom ulicom maršira drvored Živko Prodanivić in green lines along the street marches an avenue of trees

neko će sesti
na taj kamen kraj vode
kao ja nekad

Marko Hudnik

someone will sit
on this stone by the stream
as I did once

gradska fontana
u staklenoj flaši
sjaj mesečine

Zoran Antonić

a city fountain
in a glass bottle
moon shine

na talasima Rojge
tetura pijan
veliki mesec

Zora Blažić

on the ripples of the Rojga
drunkenly totters
a full moon

cveta visibaba
kopne i poslijednje
hrpice snijega

Duško Matas

snowdrops blossom
the last piles of snow
melting away

beskrajno dug dan
paukova mreža
plamti

Rudi Stopar

endlessly long day
spiderweb trembling
glowing like fire

kapljice vode
iz klima ure|aja
vrabac ih pije

Vitomir Miletić – Vitata

drops of water
from air conditioner
sips for a sparrow

konobar briše
ostatke ragovora
s kafanskog stola

Boris Nazansky

a waiter wipes
the remains of a conversation
from the café table

odsjaj zvezda
u zrnima peska
noć na moru

Aleksandar Obrovski

reflections of stars
in grains of sand
night by the sea

sunce zalazi
s balkona gledam brda
kojim sam šetala

Alenka Zorman

sunset
from the balcony I see
the hill I climbed

proljećni potok
odnosi naslage
jeseni i zime

Zoran Raonić

the spring stream
takes away sediments
of autumn and winter

prazno dvorište
štipaljke na štriku
same se njišu

Branislav Đor|ević

an empty yard
the clothes pins on the line
swing alone

crn letnji oblak
sakrio sunce
i ukrao mi senku

Tomislav Ž.Vujičić

a dark summer clouds
hides the sun
and steals my shadow