Жељко Ковачевић 1969–2020

Life is spent, better days are spent, and the soul is still in me, there, in pain, because... I don't forgive the pigeons on the roof, there are also the crows like before that death, nor the cherries ripening in the yard, nor the sun that shines on me as if no one had died, nor the people who pass by my street indifferent and everyday, and no one is there, and I have no one to wait for, and I wait, all my steps become... Death is... disbelief, sadness, anger, helplessness... I never thought that I would love cemeteries and going there this much, and the peace that takes over me and the desire to stay...