Cats, theatre play, scene 5, Leila Samarrai, translated into English, Mazikeen Leila Smith Read it fully, deeply, and completely on the link below. http://eckermann.org.rs/article/macke/ SCENE 5 (The Holy Paramore and Saint Peter are sitting together, cheek to cheek, staring at each other lovingly, outside the gates of Heaven.) THE GATES OF HEAVEN SAINT PETER: Sweetie, I […]
(I) Not a man, merely a warning to others. Rider in eternity In a holy day of the paunch The trample of the horse on trail leads the reprobate to the gates of the Black Castle In the entourage of the greedy, debauchee, gamblers (steeped are all of his pockets) the lock clicks and closes […]
Before he met Caligula, Adolf seemed the fairly ordinary young man who took delight in his job, painting walls, striving to meet a beautiful young woman, so that he could marry her, leading a quiet of a private life. He never had thoughts about conquering the world, inside his mind… The only brain activity that […]
I was gone for 15 hours last night, at my place. And since I couldn’ t remember where I’ d been, it’ s been bothering me until I came up with an idea – I’ll use my imagination. So, I imagined myself sitting on a bench in the town square with a blank notebook on […]
Caligula i njegov camarad Adolf Pre nego što je upoznao Caligulu, Adolf je bio sasvim normalan mladić koji je uživao u svom poslu molera i težio da upozna lepu devojku kojom će se oženiti i voditi miran porodični život. Misli o osvajanju čitavog sveta nikada nisu bile prisutne u njegovoj glavi i jedina moždana aktivnost koja mu je zadavala glavobolju bila je da proračunava […]
My poem Non Believer has no independent identity. It is tied with myself based on my sinister intentions of composing that poem. i.e per the intentions behind writing it. It meant to be tied with the audience too but due to the word-for-word translation ii e due to rendering of text from one language to […]
It’s a poem about the separation of a woman from the toxic environment and finding strength and meaning in their own being.
… an unusual poetry collection that can not leave anyone indifferent. . because it calls for coping with our own “dark”, those incomprehensible part of everyone´s personality. And anyone who has ever faced with darkness in themselves as well in others knows that from such an experience a part of them could not ever go unchanged.
image: https://bookofsolitude.wordpress.com/2015/04/06/in-conversation-frank-souler/ If you’d let me tell you a nice thing or two the Word will not be melted, as breath into the wind. But my words will cower in the face of You. as parrots’ feathers looking around to see where to Fly, stop time, paint me a pretty picture You are disappointed, as I […]