I was born in Belgrade, Serbia in 1968. In 1993 I moved to Johannesburg, South Africa.
Writing is a deep spiritual experience for me. I write in English and Serbian.
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Tanja Bulovic Poems
I wish there was a cat in me Giving love like a huge favour
What I Love Most
What I love most Is sleeping While it's raining No, wait
Perhaps if i stopped counting All my failures, pains and dreams Perhaps if i stopped sleeping You'd forgive me easily
Ugasi svetlo, slusaj me nocas Kako recima ovim ludujem Ugasi svetlo i ponavljaj za mnom Jer sve sto ti kazem zelim da cujem
The little I know about you Is almost too much to bear That you, who care so little, Get to hold him every day
La Petite Mort
Quand je vous touche Elle est petite Mais quand vous quittez La mort grandit
Haiku: Irrational Fear
Pesma Sebicnim Ljudima
Ma necu da vam pisem pesme Sebicni ljudi Vi ne zasluzujete pesme
Sonnet II: If You Should Ever Look For L...
If you should ever look for love again In old Verona, city full of grace, Look for a statue speaking of a pain That mortals wouldn't ever freely face;
Sonnet V: This Endless Play Is Getting H...
This endless play is getting hard to play When every actor wants to write his role And every minor wants to have a say In what was meant to be my spectacle
Department Of Time
I work double shift in a dreary factory Where we make devices, Department of Time Yesterday I had this great idea for a Nifty calendar where you could choose a day
She wished for a coat, you put your arms around her She wished for a bracelet, you bound her She wished for forever, you stayed on inside her Just like you knew you would.
Je ne pense pas quand Tu es près de moi Ce serait impoli Et impossible
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I wish there was a cat in me
Giving love like a huge favour
But there's just a little puppy
Begging for it