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FACE OF IRON   Somewhere amid those Carpathian winds That so often weep their long-borne toils Over serrated rock and green velvet, There were among those grayest, like seeds Planted that had never found light, whispers foiled By fear telling a past that lingered still, severed From memory ...

„Био једном један цар који је имао прелепу кћер...“ Тако почињу бајке које волимо и кад више нисмо деца, а један такав бајковити наратив са трагичним крајем налазим�...

Славећи школског патрона, разговарамо са Манди Живковић, просветним радником у Основној школи „Десанка Максимовић” у Чокоту, некада врсним рецитатором, данас нај...

A Demon’s Confession   A wicked creature such as IHas been around from the dawn of timeFor what I’ve seen from the human raceIs that they are not the ones to change their ways Of course, they built nations where once deserts layAnd till new land in less than a dayChanging nature from primiti...

Death – A Poetic Representation of the Meaning of Our Most Valuable Possession   I have a picture in my memory, You were a tangible figure sitting cross-legged near the window of my mother’s birth home. Now, what was once blinding pipe smoke is a clear view of the place where you used to ro...

THE ABYSS   Since the dawn of civilization, humanity has pondered what lies beyond the blue veil. The dark expanse of existence, given life by an occasional flicker of a distant star.   The infinite abyss is ever changing, chaotic... and we are afraid of being alone. Reminiscent of a ch...

Perspective – A Poetic Representation of How We View Our Most Valuable Possession   Greetings and salutations, weary friend! I have a tale your mind to mend. Mine is an eye, it sees near and high, Many odd locals and passers-by. All types of people, by actions tall, And bigger actors than ...

Light and Shadow   Walking alone, no one around Blinding, perpetual light. ’Till a shadowy figure came ‘round, Allowed the sense of sight. Took off the blindfold, Seeing as for the first time Things unseen. The mind roamed. They danced merrily, quite sublime.   Light chose the color...

THE  DARKNESS  LURKING  IN  THE  CENTURIES  TO  COME   And here I be, on top of the world. An old world it is, in ruins and sobbing. Many have traipsed over it, seldom leaving any marks Yet a few of them have been quite adamant To leave a trace of their own.   By leaving their sordi...

Дечја недеља добар је повод да бар на тренутак пробудимо дете у себи. Вођени дечјом радозналошћу, позвали смо Власту Ценића и Стевана Милошевића, значајне савремен�...