MAID CORBIC

 

Love Is Not A Grain Of Rice

 

It was not ordered

love must be given to everyone

give the world some color

for a better existence of humanity

 

Love is not a grain of rice

so let's take it easy

just because one quarrel

changes things and destinies

 

Love is a vicious circle

but until love becomes constant

we can still lose our dreams

which are woven from existence and embrace

 

Life is sometimes a lie

but as long as love exists

hope cannot die lightly

because hope is the meaning of life

 

And love has an expiration date

people would say that lightly

they judged everything without question

and some people they don't even know!

 

Destiny carved in the bottom of the soul

I guess that's the phrase for us unlucky ones

"Love is not a grain of rice

so that it can be thrown lightly!"

 

We Could Do One More Time

 

Repeat success, build dreams

don't just call me that

when you want, I'm not here in the game

to obey you again

 

Hold me, we could do it one more time

to spend a sleepless night in quarrels

because your constants that the world is idiocy

it creates nervous ambrosia for me

 

I'm silent, because you're wrong

I would be lying if I agreed with you

in vain from fighting with you in anger

because the time also breaks on the head

 

Unconscious, you give me suggestions about life

I xixed you through my brain

better things await me than anything

although your aura tickles me subtly

 

They could do it all over again

but it is not valid because there were a lot of fights

but I remember only the best

because I'm not a hater, Lord!

 

The Right To Freedom

 

I'm silent

I'm hiding the truth

from the people of all

 

Empty thoughts

brings the world

in great danger

 

I'm silent

because that doesn't concern me

which would not concern me

 

I'm lying

black himself and the world

that everything is fine

 

I can do everything

just not die yet

I'm a young man for that

 

I'm silent

I know it's my fault

even when I'm not

 

I choose

existence of love

place of war

 

Hunger

mighty men win

the right to freedom, long live!

 

MAID CORBIC

 

MAID CORBIC: He comes from Bosnia and Herzegovina. He have twenty two years and lives in Tuzla. He spends most of his free time writing and reading books. His works have been published in numerous portals such as: „Kosovo Peonies“, „Amritanyali Journal“, „Krajberzje.mk“, „VIS Internationaly Magazine“ and many others in world.