Nikola Živanov 1934–2018

My dad, once again your walnut has leafed, once again the purple lilac bloomed in your yard, but there is no one to open the gate, bring out the bench. Now some new wounds have been opened, once you left something written that started new pains. Now my heart has fallen into pieces, and you are not there to collect them at least partially. Please put my heart together to explain and tell me everything. It doesn't hurt that you're gone, tears hurt, vague situations hurt, I miss conversations, I miss nice stories about our Borča. Again, on your name day, the accordion played in Borča, but not from your hands. That's how the song goes,.eyes are the mirror of the soul, because the soul is hidden in the eyes'...And my eyes look at all yours, I don't let it stretch, waste, I don't give, no yes, but dad and I are yours. Again, my eyes are crying and watching when the gate will open, I'm waiting for you to come for coffee and cookies. Nadja and Ilija are looking for you, she still writes you greetings and brings you gifts. We miss all that together, we love you and keep you in our hearts.