By Vlada Uroshevikj
Before the writer gives you
the newest book-novel
with a dedication on the first page,
somewhere inside in the depth
makes an adjustment of lector’s
otherness that “ants”
become “notebooks”
and that’s how the essence
of the writer is lost.
Ants and notebooks
are becoming some other countries
marked by the post stamps
where the islands are swallowing the oceans
the cities are flattened to the ground
by the flying monsters.
The ants are coming:
“don’t roam in the drawers”
they quickly close them,
and the writer is saving
his fingers ahead of the rush
from the discovered secrets of the ants,
in their strayed letters inside the drawers.
EN 
MK