Travels, adventures, distant
― desserts
scattered suitcasses
wet handkachieves on a wooden table
...
Immortality and freedom
hidden and secretive in me
wait for their release in
― neverend.
...
The clothes that I patch all the time
ubearable tatters
throw me into the silence
in stillness
...
It sounds odd
but it can't be stolen
you can be desperate about it
it has it sense
...
Neither scale of this world
can not measure
the suffering of my life - the victim of his own ― destiny.
Ever changing chameleon
...
My eyes to pick you
― is my wish
with my hands to carress your lips
― is my wish
...
MyLord,
let the day when I was born
be honorable
and the night when I met her
...
You are a woman jealous to another woman
or mabye you are Andromachas
unfaithful seducer?
From which
...
A soldier in front of a guard house
under a golden castle
with stairs on which stick out
empty chambers
...
The whole blood in me freezes
in this century
which speaks so responsively
about the human soul
...
red wine-white women
boozed,
undermined in their eyes,
tumid swollen in the lips
...
There was a face lowered,
tearful under the eyes,
mornful and deaf
full of rage on the inside.
...
On the ant. the grasshopper. the spider
On the badger. the spider. the ant
On the grasshopper.the ant. the badger
On the spider. the badger. the grasshopper
...
In the white nights I was looking for rest
in the madness and licentiousness,
making dirty everything by touching someoneelse's sweat.
With preasts,
...
An echo that lasts forever
a song unfinished-
are your kisses
joy to my youth
...
Working like a school teacher in Ohrid, Macedonia (www.ohrid.gov.mk) .2012 year is particularly fruitful in the field of literature and poetry.His poetry back the old meaning and nice chorus.)
Desserts
Travels, adventures, distant
― desserts
scattered suitcasses
wet handkachieves on a wooden table
writing diaries
passion for a writin machine
eyebrows go up and down
although there's notning else to be seen
except
sky, sand and desserts.
Life is a journey
without draft
without a stapler
only a desire to conquer distances
thurst to see the golden dunes
― in the desserts
the passinger writes diaries
conquers the distances
refreshes himself with oranges
mineral water and so on
he leaves on his tiptoes secretly
he knows from what he runs away
he knows why he runs away
― in the desserts.