When reading any poem from the newest collection by Ivan Dobnik, a reader gets that feeling of a stone falling down into a secret well. And even though the falling into the depth is far below, somewhere out there in the intangible part of the poetry and its essence, the holler from the depth, the splash from within is way more powerful than a reader may have expected at first. These splashes are, naturally, the closing verses – a real treat of poetic depth, bringing forward some pieces of wisdom and cognition which on numerous occasions rise above poetic sphere. Every verse seems as subtle as a cobweb, yet completely rounded up. Like a gentle touch, a breath is short and fragile like a subtle splash of original poetry. What is immensely important here is the fact that the author boldly decided to stick to classical lingual calm – he is not interested in lingual experimenting. Although this is how Dobnik treats his words, quite frequent in his love and erotic lyric poetry, he is successful in tranquil upgrading, incredible lingual accomplishments and numerous expressive eclipsing.