škripi ljuljaška ...
    a swing creaks...

pluie froide
déja une affiche ”A vendre”
sur sa nouvelle auto

Serge Tomé

hladna kiša
još uvek cedulja ”Prodaje se”
na njenom autu

otišli kupači
na plaži ostala samo
natrula grana

Branislav Đor|ević

drveni splav
niz Taru otkliza
buket osmijeha

Zoran Raonić

a wooden raft
takes down the Tara river
a posy of smiles

oblačno nebo miriše na kišu svaki cvet Predrag Pešić – Šera an overcast sky the scent of rain in every flower

po pustom polju
izdužuju se
senke kamenja

Goran Poletan

in the empty field
long shadows
of boulders

trome muve
spori tragovi po staklu
pegavo sunce

Rudi Stopar

sluggish flies
slow trail on the pane
speckled sun

musavo dete
izlazi iz jagodnjaka
zadnjica jagodičasta

Živojka Žujkić

a smudge faced child
out of the strawberry patch
with a berrid bottom

sladoledžija
dodaje mršavoj devojčici
dodatnu kuglu

Vladimir Devide

the ice cream vendor
gives a slim girl
an extra scoop

četrdeset dana…
me|u ožalošćenima
pas lutalica

Nebojša Simin

forty-day commemoration
among the mourners
a stray dog

miholjsko leto
svelo saksijsko cveće
niko ne gleda

Bogdanka Stojanovski

Indian summer
wilting potted flower
tended by no one

subotnje veče
u dvorištu pod orahom
škripi ljuljaška

Zoran Antonić

saturday evening
in the garden under the walnut tree
a swing creaks

čuvarka nad vodom lupaju nemoćno riblji repovi Aleksandar Obrovski a fishnet basket in the water helpless flaps of fish tails

pišem prijatelju
topli pozdravi prestižu
vetar

Alenka Zorman

I write to my friend
warm greetings overtake
the wind

pred let
na autobuskoj stanici grlica
popravlja perje

Jadran Zalokar

before her flight
at the bus station a turtle-dow
checks her feathers

jesen oboji lišće
i neprimetno
razveja leto

Zora Blažić

autumn colours the leaves
and imperceptibly
drives summer away

pokisli ribar
u kafanu unosi
miris bare

Vitomir Miletić - Vitata

a wet fisherman
brings into the inn
the smell of mire

jesenje sunce
u gomili lišća
zarđali šporet

Aleksandar Pavić

autumn sun
in the pile of leaves
a rusty oven

počinje dan
vatrometom
tvojih osmeha

Saša Radivojević

the day begins
with the fireworks
of your smile