BiographyType: Poet Born: 11 March 1959 Peć, Serbia Died: Dejan Stojanović is a Serbian poet, writer, essayist, philosopher, businessman, and former journalist. |
To risk life to save a smile on a face of a woman or a child is the secret of chivalry.
Nature is an outcry, unpolished truth; the art - a euphemism - tamed wilderness.
The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.
Words rich in meaning can be cheap in sound effects.
A word only writes
Its night and rides
Its dream.
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.
It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.
Since there is no real silence,
Silence will contain all the sounds,
All the words, all the languages,
All knowledge, all memory.
I lose faith in mathematics, logical and rigid. What with those that even zero doesn’t accept?
The world cannot be translated;
It can only be dreamed of and touched.
I enjoy it when the world smiles; the more smiles, the warmer I am.
When magic through nerves and reason passes,
Imagination, force, and passion will thunder.
The portrait of the world is changed.
Vandals listen only when others are stronger.
If vandals are equal or stronger
Their word is the last word.
The world is always open,
Waiting to be discovered.