Die List Lyrics & Chords By Helga Pogatschar

I am sitting in a room different from the one you are in now. I am recording the sound of my speaking voice and I am going to play it back into the room again and again until the...read more

Viva orduenya, She is sifting in her sandy yard She puts her feet in the sea, and I am learing the dance Viva orduenya, She is sowing in her sandy yard...read more

1. In the daily reports - when a dozen of shells hit downtown, when snipers are in action and only a few have been killed or wounded - we are informed that a relatively calm day has...read more

"What are you reading?" "Poems by Rumi, a poet born in Afghanistan." "Where are you from?" "Bosnia." "Serbs and Croats, right? Is anyone else there?" "There are others." "What...read more

In Sarajevo, it only makes sense to remember the day that's just passed. It's snowing, like it's supposed to in January. I'm watching kids sledding. They can be...read more