KRISTINA LANG'S LETTERS & POEMS

My reunion with America after 28 years took place last week. I landed in Baltimore on Friday night around 8 pm and was greeted by rain....

Hours, days, months and now years pass. You have been wounded, unfortunate Palestine, and you still hurt. I cry, my tears are heavy, but...

Today, I do not understand people who remain blind or are not interested in the world around us. That world is a less safe place than it...

On your chest rests the heaviness of the world, It must be incredibly hard to stay and to be. Your suffering is massive, nights must be...

A week ago, I spent a week in front of the TV watching the news non-stop from morning until late at night. The long-awaited end to the...

My daughter and I somehow always spontaneously travel to Zagreb for New Year's Eve. We like to welcome the New Year on the main square of...

When the Christmas celebrations in the work environment were brought to an end, Christmas itself began to approach. I had a very clear...

Celebrating Christmas with the people I work with usually takes place in two events in the first half of December. First, we have a...

There is so much going on in the world today that watching the news is the most interesting thriller ever filmed. My wide-open eyes are...

I met you that year when the sky was black, And the tears flowed like a grey waterfall down my burning face. I was sitting in a canopy...

The friendships that survived and were maintained despite the time that has passed and despite the distances which life has placed...

In spring love, one loves quickly, passionately and strongly. Then the sun's rays collide within us, The blood in our bodies is a spring...

Every stay in my Croatia fulfils me, recharges my batteries and reminds me how happy I am to belong to that wonderful country and its...

Sometimes during the late summer nights I dream a red sun that goes down behind a grey mountain. I look up and the sky is reddish and...

It’s a long, warm summer’s day I live life and I love more than I can say. I stay near the peaceful river and I sing In my soul I find...

Years, months and days pass in a sequence and once we turn around, look behind us and see that a part of life has passed. However, there...

I'm coming back to you from the wilderness, my Adriatic, Your gentle bays carry me through the days. Blue sky, turquoise sea, white...

A well-known Croatian journalist and, in my opinion, the most important Croatian writer of today, recently published a new book called...

Every day with you my beloved There is a trace of the sun that warms and warms. Your years are my sun and day And I don't remember what...

One Sunday morning you’ll knock on my door, I’ll look at you, our eyes meeting in silence. “May I come in?” your lips will move, For...