BiographyType: Poet Born: 11 March 1959 Peć, Serbia Died: Dejan Stojanović is a Serbian poet, writer, essayist, philosopher, businessman, and former journalist. |
In the end, the world returns to a grain.
There are no clear borders,
Only merging invisible to the sight.
Digressions are part of harmony, deviations too.
Without nothing, everything would be nothing.
Although personal calling I sense,
Who am I? even if I am,
I don't know.
I visited many places,
Some of them quite
Exotic and far away,
But I always returned to myself.
When within yourself you find the road, the right road will open.
To say more while saying less is the secret of being simple.
To expect to be kissed having bad breath is the secret of a fool.
To understand possible means to understand impossible.
To leave out beautiful sunsets is the secret of good taste.
When I want to be reminded of stupidity, especially my own, I turn on the TV.
To not say all that can be said is the secret of discipline and economy.