BiographyType: Poet Born: 11 March 1959 Peć, Serbia Died: Dejan Stojanović is a Serbian poet, writer, essayist, philosopher, businessman, and former journalist. |
The world contained in a seed, Determined by its program.
To keep the air fresh among words is the secret of verbal cleanliness.
The world is a navy in an empty ocean.
My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.
A word into the silence thrown always finds its echo somewhere where silence opens hidden lexicons.
Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?
This dwarf still observes the world from his own self-imposed height.
All those big words produce disgust today.
How many unuttered words died in the heads of those for whom a word was too expensive.
Arrival in the world is really a departure and that, which we call departure, is only a return.
Eternity is a glorious word, but eternity is ice.
Through words to the meaning of thoughts with no words.
When the long bygone Lee Po wanted to say something, he could do it with only a few words.
The world is a fairy tale; we are its guardians.
Real geniuses would like that what we think of ourselves is true.
Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.
You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.
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