I'm peeking trough the window of an open soul, and I'm watching the depth. Silence screams like the voices of the eternal immortals.

It's waking my dream. A dream that is an eternal light. A dream called Bosnia. The one who's life sat on edge of an open window and looked in the eyes of death. Life, sparkling in the eyes of the unknown souls of a homeland. My homeland.

Once again I'll remember everything she gave us. Every night scattered in the sky, every wish of a new dawning. I'll remember a soul happy in the faith of life, or maybe the thing that Bosnia has always been to us - an eternal love, or eternal mother. In the end I'll see my feelings on paper and I'll realize that words do not exist anymore. Each and every one is so small and can not describe my thoughts. Although it is worth to try. Although it is worth to love the unimaginable one - homeland.

Than, when I close my eyes I'll see the past. I'll erase the pain, but I'll never let it be forgotten. I'll see pride in life and death. I'll see what is - proud and immortal - Bosnia.

In the end I'll know that life belongs to us. Our future, our faith in our hands. Everything that the immortal one gave us. The eternal one. The one we always return to. The one that is always waiting, lacking words to describe.

One and only homeland - Bosnia.

 ADLA VELAGIĆ  27/01/2000