Dejan Stojanovic Poems

At twenty-six, I was inexperienced;
Still, I knew much about love
In the waste land, reasoning,
It's not important when you start
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My dream is your birthplace;
Your presence—my life.

I follow your spells,
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I imagined I was a mountain;
Then I became a cloud over that mountain;
Lightning and thunder pummeled the mountain,
Pierced the heart of the earth,
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They live in you, you live in them;
They are your thought;
You—their destination.
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Trying too hard to be too good,
Even when trying to be bad,
Is too good for the bad
Too bad for the good.
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Dream, flying out from the head
Becomes a bird flying over the sea;

The Sun, sprouting from the sea
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To try to be too smart,
Try to outwit nature
Just tease God (who doesn't care) .
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Our desires flew like birds in the mornings
When we were waked by the bells of dreams
Hypnotized and ready for another round of living
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In a dream I had, my ideal woman had chosen Sorrento, on the Amalfi Coast, as a good place to forget the rest of the world and enjoy the constantly dreamy Tyrrhenian Sea and its Sun. To envision the passage of time and listen to the whispers of the sea which heard stories of lovers, passengers, strangers, sailors and was not shy to tell us some.

Disappearing in time and space, on the Piazza Tasso, swallowed by the Mediterranean spleen, in a state of instant epiphany, we saw the light in a new light. We heard history while gazing at the sea.
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