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Мисли О Мислима: "Глад" 03 | Thoughts About Thoughts: "Hunger" / Poetska Teozofija, Poetic Theosophy, Philosophy, Filozofija, Théosophie poétique, Théosophie poétique, Philosophie, Philosophie

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  Thoughts About Thoughts:  Hunger Hunger! Hunger in every atom of the human being. Addiction is a picture of hunger. Our body is waging a war within itself, a war of its own duality. Micro Space! Macro Space! Black and white! Minus One and Plus One! I spin like a tern, I want to stop at zero. * To understand the world around us we must first understand ourselves. We must understand the nature of opposites, we must understand the force of gravity and entropy. We have to face death ... face to face. * If we turn hunger in ourselves into a hunger for love, into the pursuit of virtue, into joyful patience, into the will for peace, then we declare war on our own dual nature and the dual nature around us. This is difficult, everyone who has fasted physically and spiritually knows that. Striving for spiritual energy is like waking up in the air. The proof that we can fly is to fly in our sleep. To take off spiritually means to be saturated with the products of this world. In this case, the h

Poljubac Žene Zmaja: "Poslednji Momenat" | The Kiss Of The Dragon Woman: "Тhe Last Moment" | Le Baiser de la Femme Dragon : "Le dernier moment" | poetry | poezija | poésie

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  The Kiss Of The Dragon Woman: "The Last Moment" Boško Mandić: Poetics of the Dragon The poetic expression (or poem) does not derive from a set of connected words, but from the dedicated depth of the author whose very presence becomes part of the woven sentences. Because the word comes from the cosmos and the sentences from people. The poet is not only a mediator, he is also an immersion in his own soul in which he finds images, words, emptiness, fluids, and the melody of rhythm ... This is how poetry is created. The inability to express it, in fact, is our biggest ally. But we still try and squeeze out the neglected parts of beauty. The first collection of songs is not an indication of difficulty, but an instruction to continue digging our own well in which we find the echo of the meaning of life. The collection of poems The Kiss of the Dragon Woman points to a sequence of spontaneous flashes that single-handedly and clairvoyantly ask questions about personal presence in th

Writer's Diary: "War and Peace" | Пишчев Дневник: "Рат и Мир" | Poetic prose and philosophy. Daily Writing | Поетска Проза, Филозофија | Prose poétique et philosophie | Écriture quotidienne

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  Writer's Diary: "War and Peace"  What happens? War? When and how much peace was there on our planet? How many wars? God is dead? Human is dead! * Peace has become a notch throughout world history. Antediluvian madness and war. Do you think that the monkey is the one who picked up the stone or the bone and killed his rival the monkey, or is it the man who took the knife and killed his own brother from behind, cold-blooded without foam on his mouth? * Truth and lies !? War and peace! War reigns on this planet! War for space among plants. Carnivorous plants! War among all species, fish and birds, wolves and sheep, war among insects. The struggle for survival! Necessary balance? Entropy and Balance? Gravity, fall, aspiration, will, spirit, mental fitness. How did the war come about? The life-giving Almighty who creates incomprehensibly and joyfully always breathes freedom. If you "appropriate" the freedom that was given to you, then it is no longer freedom. If you

Spontaneous Combustion: "Spontaneous Combustion" | Spontano Sagorevanje: "Spontano Sagorevanje" / Zbirka Kratkih Priča | Une collection d'histoires courtes | A Collection of Short Stories - short story, kratka priča

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  Spontaneous Combustion Spontano Sagorevanje Combustion Spontanée Spontaneous Combustion Кosta reacted violently in the store. In the "delicatessen" department, he almost got angry with the worker because of the chicken wings, which were not on offer. Kosta also reacted violently in the post office. He almost got into a fight with the guard here because the guard pointed out the yellow line, which he was not allowed to cross until the worker called your number. Kosta continued to react violently. Uncontrollably tumultuous. On the bus, he intentionally stepped on the shoe of a man who was bothering him in the crowd. However, at the market, his anger did not go well, that is. Costa didn't do well. He told the farmer that his tomato was desperate and that even a homeless man would not eat it, but the farmer was also nervous. Costa was beaten in the middle of the market. The peasant slapped him well and hit his arcade. Kosta returned home bloodied. Already dried blood staine

Outcome On Gunpoint: "Obscenity" - Ishod Na Nišanu: "Opscena" | poetry. poezija. zbirka poezije. poésie. a collection of poetry. un recueil de poésie

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  Outcome On Gunpoint Ishod Na Nišanu Résultat sur la cible Obscenity What you're listening to is serious and heavy, night music, You listen to the sounds of your own youth, the last cries, the cruciform freedom, There are your prayers, your songs, all the flowers, and all the bright, joyful spring, There are your carousels, ice creams, rubber bands, and hula-hoop circles, Everything that happened was counted down in a millisecond, after that everything went silent, Such silence is hard… The brain floats quietly for a moment, sleeps for a while… sleeps in most cases, There is an obscenity, an error in the image before the eyes, Break… I can no longer see your face, only the back of your head, it was worth nothing, the darkness has eaten you. Obscena To što slušaš je ozbiljna i teška, noćna muzika, Osluškuješ    zvuke sopstvene mladosti, poslednje krike, krstolike slobode, Tu su tvoje molitve, tvoje pesme, svi cvetovi i sva sjajna, radosna proleća, Tu su tvoje vrteške, sladoledi, la

EPICENTAR: "Nebo" | EPICENTER: "The Sky" | ÉPICENTRE: "Le Ciel" | Zbirka Poezije | A Poetry Collection | Recueil de poésie | poezija | poetry | poésie

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  Epicentar. "Nebo" Čujem šapate, Osećam poljubce bez dodira usana Mirna tišino U daleko, dubokoj i zaboravljenoj zelenoj Spavam u tvom zagrljaju Sanjam velike oči i krupne bistre suze. Sa mračne strane Vidim dijabolični osmeh koji prezrivo posmatra sa strane Stisnute vilice stružu zube Bez inspiracije! Šta te plaši najviše Duboka praznina Tamo gde je ništa Ne nula, nego ništa? Trudim se da ne istrulim pre vremene Moj kostur se još uvek ljulja Zapamtiću neke trenutke Zaboraviću druge Svetlosnom voljom ubio sam senku Nakon toga, dotakao sam nebo. EPICENTRE: "The Sky" I hear whispers I feel kisses without touching my lips Peaceful silence In the distant, deep, and forgotten green I'm sleeping in your embrace I dream of big eyes and big bright tears. From the dark side I see a diabolical smile watching contemptuously from the side Squeezed jaws grit their teeth No inspiration! What's scaring you the most? A deep void Where there is nothing Not zero, but nothing