note: I am a slave to the extent in which great Spartacus was, too… A kindness died away between the pillars of a strangely home, a distant home in someone else’s garden there is plenty of invectives and malice here and there, and I’m tired I am so… worn out under the sky the birdContinue reading “Slavery in Serbia, from the perspective of a Serbian’ tenant, Leila Trajkovic Samarrai”
ROBOVANJE U SRBIJI, iz ugla jednog podstanara, Leila Trajković Utihnula je dobrota između stubova jedne tuđe kuće, dalekog doma u tuđoj bašti Obilje grdnje i zlobe, a ja umorna Izmorena pod nebom Ptica Natkrilila je Ovaj svet ruševina koji je sada moj Izgubljena, daleka, između sna i života kao sto behu sva druga zla kojaContinue reading “ROBOVANJE U SRBIJI, iz ugla jednog podstanara, Leila Trajković”
U okviru aforizama, objavljen je i moj aforizam: Posledica globalnih klimatskih promena: posle kiše više ne dolazi sunce. Leila Samarrai http://afirmator.org/aforizmi-da-se-glupost-moze-unovciti-voda-bi-ziveo-od-sopstvenog-rada/
Vanity on the fox’s trail Behold, a miracle! Supposedly one-sided at instants Suitable for a scrambled moment The martyr and her daughter who wash their feet Tasseled with nails instead of sandals Conversing silently. Anything but sough Shores and scrapings fantasizing Daughter do you wish the powder to slip you To disturb the onus, non-beingContinue reading “Vanity on the fox’s trail”
O, Rahab bitch of Jericho you’re an audio pickup (Hear the sound of church bells in the background) disheveled with beaming eyes for some yokels from the Le Roncole play das Triumphmarsch for her Venus mound sweatin’ like a whore in church. Her fingers are calloused from jewelry their fingers are stripped of jewelery sunkContinue reading “sweatin’ like a whore in church”
Never trust a poet who can’t use his swears properly. In poetry, never argue with your ex lovers! Leila Samarrai Green, “The Pigs Have Flown, Now What”?, 2014
“For tomorrow you will live forever” Leila Samarrai Green, Dripping Windmills Immortal, Thomas Bergersen
In oblivion they have forsaken her! tucking her into the taffeta made of fog while in the shade in the verse she was observed.