Enes Kišević - yours and mine Bosnia
You have your Bosnia, and I have mine. Your Bosnia is a land policy and its cantons, which are not, and my natural Bosnia Bosnia in all its beauty.
You dream their Bosnia with the divisions and conflicts, I do not stop dreaming their Bosnia woven of dreams and hopes. Your Bosnia's tangled political knot that an Englishman should be addressed.
My Bosnia's compound mounds, mountains, enchanting valleys, red-hot rocks and babbling brooks, where the Englishman and everyone else can enjoy when they come to my Bosnia.
Your Bosnia is an eternal conflict, and Bosnia is my prayer that winged dawn floats with minarets and heard even calm valleys where it merges with the ringing of church bells and the murmur of the brook.
You never cease to ask, who are you and what are you, the land of Bosnia. And I know, you're me, the land of Bosnia. You are my vision and my heart. You are my reason, my imagination and my dreams. You are my hunger, and thirst. You are my pain and my joy.
You are my dream, and my java. You, on the land of Bosnia, the beauty in my eyes, a longing in my heart, forever in my spirit. You, me, the land of Bosnia. And it's not you, not me, it would not be. And it's not your sons, or you would not be.
- 12 Oct, 2014
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