Poetry

Through the Voids

2008-07-29T19:29:00.002+03:00

Through the Voids

Over the cobblestone road of memories
voids trip me over,
voids of cobblestones
I pulled out
since they'd been gnawing at my thoughts.
I managed to persuade you
that my insanity is yours
and I changed
the colour of your eyes.
The morning after,
I washed the dreams
away from my face,
and I cut my gaze
at your smile's edge.
Too few words remained.
Too few to make sense.

translation into English: Ana Pejcinova

Behind the Corner

2008-07-29T19:23:00.004+03:00

Behind the Corner

Tonight I'll leave the emotions
in the bedroom.
In the drawer with laced underwear.
Neatly folded
and rarely used.
I'll put the dreams
and the yearnings
in the jewelry box.
I won't take any sky along
in any colour.
No, not a bit of abstraction.
Tonight I will be
a simple physical body.
With unknown volume.
You always missed
one of the dimensions
to determine the volume
of my restlessness.
And yet again
you exceed in calculating the surface
of each square millimeter.

Free from illusions,
like a shadow escaped from the dark,
I will wait for you
behind the corner of your thoughts.
I'll carry with me only a bottle of wine.
Dark like impure blood.
And I'll swim out of it
in your cup.
To spite all the bottles
which you attempted
to drawn me in.
You didn't succeed, did you?
I persistently held on to love.
Cork does not sink.
It floats.
You knew that, didn't you?

translation into english: Ana Pejcinova

Remains

2008-07-29T19:10:00.003+03:00

Remains

Cigarette buts,
crumbled thoughts on the floor,
and a plastic smile
overused to a crook.
A teardrop under the pillow
while a smile is at the door.
Broken words scattered around,
we trampled them before we uttered them.
A few entangled memories
hang like a spiderweb
in the corners of the walls between us.
A single look behind before one turns the knob.
No, nothing else remains.

english translation: Ana Pejcinova

AFTER THE RAIN

2005-09-30T21:53:00.000+03:00

AFTER THE RAIN

After the rain of desire
remains the washed longings
amongst muded thougts.
Remains the clear drops of love
on the dried leaves of faith,
torn from the branches of reason
and lead by the floods
of passion.
Remains the smiles,
the glances and the tremor,
as colorfull flowers among
the empty baskets with bees
to atract them with the smell
of the memory rain.

pametam

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verer na zaboravot

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nedvosmislenost

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znaesh li

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linija

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pretcuvstvo

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FREEDOM

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FREEDOM

Conquered is the soul
by the trembling tremor,
and wavely desire.
Conquered is the body
by the touch that brings passion,
passion that awakens tremor,
tremor that offers feeling
of complete freedom
of the body and soul.
J am conquered by
that freedom.

SATISFACTION

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SATISFACTION

J have let my heart
to run barefoot
through the valley of
tender, fragrant feelings.
In the shadow of the rainbow
of colorful memories
caresses the breeze
called desire.
The tremoring touch
of the blooming kisses
offer satisfaction
for all the thorns
that can be found
along the footsteps
of passion.

nishto

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pokana

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Deja vu

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Deja vu

You've appeared out of
the dark of everyday,
as a restless spark
to shou me the way
toward the forgoten dreams.
When we first met,
with the first glance - I knew!
I know you from somewhere.
That look, that smile,
and that restless
still sleeping soul
full of desires and illusions,
I know them well.
I've seen them before
in the deep hidden glow
of someone's eye.
An eye seen sometimes
reflected from the mirror.

lavirinti

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pijanstvo

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prashanja i odgovori

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soncev den

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prashina

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sogoluvanje

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reperkusii

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apsolutna relativnost

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sozdavanje

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nostalgija

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posle se

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izmamnici

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iracionalnost

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lavirint

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prosek

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krazba

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mozev

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izgrejsonce

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sizifova kazna

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vreme

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sega ili nikogash

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nocva

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za tebe

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molci

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dojdi

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zaboravi

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BRIDGE

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BRIDGE

Anong two contradictive shores
and divided yearnfull dreams,
It's me
that merge them together.
But, I don't belong anywher.
Standing straight
above the ambyss
of prejudice and contempt
uncertain J offer surety
of the soft footsteps of passion
in her wild game
between the two shores.
After every crossing
the stay the same,
the shores and the passion.
It's Me, only Me
that stays in the middle
of nowhere
stamped by the passion.

kompromis

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zaseda

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imam

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in media res

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pomisla

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feniks

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klaustrofobija

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bura

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izgubeno vreme

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ragjanje

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ne bev jas

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vremenska prognoza

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vo pepelta

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oformuvanje

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razdelba

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nedorecenost

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lice ili grb

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gramatika na mislite

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nedoverba

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zelena pesna

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literatura

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koga ce doagjash

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dopri me

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razminuvanje

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pogled

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RAINBOW

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RAINBOW

When the memories come down
as a pleasant, cler rain,
and wash away the mud
of all the misunderstandings,
of all the rudness and arrogant
prideful caprices,
wen those drops of memories
wake the passion and excitiment
with tremor
Don't be afraid
to enjoy in that rain.
Conquer the fear,
and. . . . come, look for me.
J' ll stand by you
under the cloud
of that nostalgy,
and washed from the past
we will wait together
for the rainbow of pasion
felt and renewed.

novo sonce

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zad kulisite

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generalno cistenje

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konspiracija

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pricina

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determinanta

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erozija

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inercija

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promashuvanje

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provokacija

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hrabra

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iskra

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mislenje

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AWAKENING (WAKE ME UP)

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AWAKENING (WAKE ME UP)

Wake me up tonight
with touches on my soul,
with touches of the thoughts,
cheerful by the passion
and with smiling tremor.
Awake the desire
sleeping in the
of fear and prejudice.
Wake it up and let it run
through the wideness of the spirit
through the primordial valley
of released wish,
and let it sow longings
that will bloom,coloured
by the pleasant of memories.
Wake me up. . . .
And don't be afraid
by the depth of
my awaken desire.

poezija

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nazad

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Nazad

peripetii

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turizam

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STARS

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STARS

In the dusk of love,

under the wings of the dark

of one passed desire

tremor the stars of memory

alluring sighs with

it's cold glow.

No. Don't turn them off.

Let them shine.

Just release your soul

to hury straight

to the new morning.

And before the sun spreads

its sunbeams,

their glow will vanish

and will silently dissapear,

free until the next dusk.

And then, in that new dusk,

there will be other,

completely new stars,

with new shine.