ZORAN RADOSAVLJEVIC
Pain
We worship people .. our own stupidity and
pain ... we hold the moon too tight on our hands .. we design our silhouettes
with our weak fingers .. we do ourselves to recognize ourselves .. And pain
does not hurt .. pain lasts and proves pain .. pain is longing and anxiety ..
it is a pain to believe in never and always ... When I close my eyes and start
dreaming you ... It hurts .. And the pain is special .. I then touch
nothing..you have everywhere and you are gone nowhere. .At the end of my eye I
see you ... maybe ,,, then only for a moment .. I am lost between reality and
sleep .. lost between the heartbeat and the moment of sleep ... shortness of
breath ... I die .. Because I am in pain in solitude and silence ... Beautiful
pain ... Don't know pain..And I'm powerless to tell you that I love you ,, that
we will be firmer and stronger and we will last forever .. You and me as we
walk..and breathe .. .we have to last..We are that grain of sand in the
mountain of love..the unexpected ... imperceptible ... the unexpected ... on
the border of reality and sleep..Live ... We are the flower of love and the
fruit of time..every flesh and blood hour .. we created a love mountain ...
from the glow in the eye that whines and pennies. .send from the stars and the
winds .. oblivious to their happiness and joy..we love each other ... Pain does
not have to hurt..this whispers of silence..when we look at the shadows..we
have each other for the beginning of everything ..
Error
When mistakes happen in your life ...
that's what people immediately say .. but the glow in your eye ... the beauty
in the beauty of the scene .. when you reconcile with yourself..Just calm your
soul knows your right and honestly you..that wonderful magic that lives in
us..You live quietly and rejoice in the little things..you don't stop
dreaming..do you love..do you trust..Every suffering has beautified us ...
every pain has enriched ..postali we are stronger..I don't like to look in the
mirror..I don't want to see what people see on me..it's not everything it looks
like .. Sometimes it has to be looked behind the mirror because the truth lies
there..and it can be seen there ..
Rules
Rule number one .. never say never..I am a
man without a head such fools are no longer making..My head is no longer here
.. to tell me everything will be fine..I don't need my head I no longer need
anyone .. .I'm no longer necessary..and without her I'm smart..It was a lie ..
a bitch fate promised everything she would give me .. now headless tell .. It's
12 o'clock..They say I'm like this because of my lackeys .. and I'm not as good
as I used to be ... They say that there were sins in my life .. Of course there
were someday ... but they will be from now on ... The story of my nonsense will
last while I'm alive, it will always be .. because for the life of time it is
small .. and if I lived another century .. nothing of my mind would give me ...
This wind is strong ... this life is false .. and these two failures in my
whole lead to nothing ...
He
calls me Reverend
at this
evil hour
he
tells me to disappear
you are
a moose to us ....
I will stand in front of him .. for all my
sins I am afraid .. Don't worry about me I'm sorry you are alone ... sorry if I
hurt you ... BUT THIS TIME I HEAD AND HEART WITH MY ROOM ...
ZORAN
RADOSAVLJEVIC
ZORAN RADOSAVLJEVIC
born 25.09.1961, Trebinje, Bosnia and Herzegovina. He has been writing for over
40 years. He has 7 books published, of which 2nd and 5th collections of poems.
Has won many international awards,
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