Today is the birthday of my younger son Petar. May you be alive and healthy for another 100 years. If you are in a hurry, squeeze your heart and close your eyes.

But when you go - don't stop

Wave your hand. And run away.

Who knows where you're going.

Who knows why.

Who knows what awaits you there.

These desires are always whiter, when they wink from afar.

It's as dangerous as lightning, it's as dangerous as a bullet

that in you eternally swears and torments your beginning.

You were always winged, you just forgot.

That's why it flies. Dream. Is running.

Create dawn when it's evening.

Let life learn from you to foam and to flow.

Be such a miracle that you can't do anything small, so when you go - go crazy, trembling, curious.

Who knows what awaits you there, in the fog from afar.

But even if you gild yourself, or you pay everything hard, bitterly, always just go ahead.

Never come back.