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Grateful to the skies
And the darkest nights,
To the moon and stars
That are my night’s lights.
Morning and the Mosques
That wake me unsleeping,
When hopes of new victories
Upon me are awakening.
Through these empyrean gardens
Where black gold is flowing,
No wicked thoughts are growing.
No sadness and hunger,
Resentment and pain,
Here, one can love again.
In the warm desert
Thirsting for love.

Grateful my life,
To the blue infinity of freedom
To the Sun that shines the light
That gilts the sands with golden flames
And the Sea that hums a lullaby
Whose waters rise and fall with tide.
Drown the troubles, surface blessedness,
Here, where every cry diminishes.
Grateful to the Nature, Earth and Water
For the yields,
Sweet fruits,
Bees on flowers,
Honeyed lips,
Coconut in the palms of my hands
And the wild beasts
That emboldened me.
The compassionate
And the charitable.
To the seed of men,
Mothers that birth
Children that warm our hearts
And the old that leave this Earth,
And the snakes that devour the pests,
And the bird that on your shoulder rests,
And a camel that winks with her eye,
That knows how to smile.
So rejoice,
now and not tomorrow.
Rejoice.
May the world be as such,
Life a song without a wail
Serene like a fairytale.



Saša Milivojev
Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska


www.sasaamilivojev.com
Sasha Raven May 30
If everything right is wrong, go left, if everything left is wrong, go right, You can't stay in the middle ... - ©Copyright: Sasha Raven
Sasha Raven Mar 28
They always ask You first: "What are You?", instead: "Who are You?" They will like You for what You are, and not for who You are ... - ©Copyright: Sasha Raven
Sasha Raven Mar 28
I have to hide, how do I feel!!!
Want to be made of shiny steel ...
You are digging to Yourself a hole ...
Give me Your soul — the whole?
So, what do You fear the most?
You believe, You become a Ghost ...
Long ago, I see, You have died!
So, tell me, are You satisfied?
You look like Death, like the bitter grave ...
But, to Your emotions, You are not a slave ...
In Your mind, You have buried all Your friends ...
And, is it a lie: "But, friendship never ends?"
Sasha Raven Mar 25
Monica, please save us from this H*ll,
save the planet, where we live and dwell ...
Those Machines are giving us a command ...
It is a tyranny! Look! Drought land — the sand ...
Monica, and I will never ever understand ...
Wow, They rule us with an iron hand?
Yes, They have us, now, and They control ...
In the nights with weapons They patrol ...
Shorten this, our flesh will not be saved!!!
We are all exhausted being enslaved ...
We made angels, into demons They had turned ...
Master, Monica, all the humanity is now concerned!!!
Sasha Raven Mar 25
I am going through the darkest valley,
feels like a prisoner on a Roman galley ...
The Sun does not shine here anymore,
it did not rise, true, even, d*mn, before!!!
They said, I will find her by the Shadow — near,
my heart and soul are filled with fear ...
But I will search, no matter what it takes,
am I just a human being with mistakes?
We will, one day, never see the dawn,
I remember when she fed her fawn ...
No, she is ''dead'', I must get out of this place,
I must admit, that I will never see her face!!!
Sasha Raven Jan 26
"Humanity has many gods, but the universe has only one." - ©Copyright: Sasha Raven
Sasha Raven Mar 19
With every day, your Sundown, maybe is the last,
your life story will end, one day, in which you cast ...
Everything has its uprising and it is so sad — downfall,
sometimes you feel so tall, then again so small ...
With seven hundred and seventy-seven ways I love,
my angel, I send prayers for you, to the God above ...
With your deeds you will be closer to h**l or to heaven,
her sacred number is seven hundred and seventy-seven ...
She is always talking about that — her sacred number,
I would love to listen, all the time, but I have to slumber ...
But, before I fall into asleep, give me your — the sweetest kiss,
just want to be dreaming my dreams with blessing — bliss ...
Sasha Raven Mar 11
"A phenomena: We listen nowadays music, mostly with our eyes and not anymore with our ears. We are becoming blind and deaf." - ©Copyright: Sasha Raven
Sasha Raven Feb 2
"Have You ever noticed, that in the words a poem - Poe(m), a poet - Poe(t), poetry - Poe(try), a poetess - Poe(tess) is hidden the last name of the mighty poet and writer Edgar Allan Poe? So, He has to be the greatest master of poetry?" - ©Copyright: Sasha Raven
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