BiographyType: Poet Born: 11 March 1959 Peć, Serbia Died: Dejan Stojanović is a Serbian poet, writer, essayist, philosopher, businessman, and former journalist. |
For a game, you don’t need a teacher.
To hide feelings when you are near crying is the secret of dignity.
I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.
The most complicated skill is to be simple.
It is beautiful to express love and even more beautiful to feel it.
There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.
There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin.
Heavenly bodies are nests of invisible birds.
To come to nothing through something is the way to outside from both sides.
Everything that looks too perfect is too perfect to be perfect.
He knows he will be born again,
And start fresh anew.
Color is the overpowering of black; white – the final victory over black.
Dream by making and make by dreaming.
To sense the peace of extinguished passion
Happiness in not knowing the ultimate knowledge
When the star dies,
Its eye closes; tired of watching,
It flies back to its first bright dream.
If birth is a manifestation of life, death is another.
Every thought about death takes a moment of life away.
Life into death -
Life’s other shape,
No rupture,
Only crossing.
Deliver thunder, God
If you choose not to talk.
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