Biography of Amer Jag
Amér Jag (born 04 May 1993) is a Bosnian author. He is part of a new generation of Bosnian poets working to convey to an English-speaking audience the experience of specific South Slavic inspiration that created very interesting and emerging artistic style in contemporary European literature.
He published mainly in Bosnian and Serbian language through nfp art magazines and letters, as from age of 16. During his life in Bosnia he participated as a member of UNFPA, radio journalist and presenter.
He studies humanities at Tilburg University
Amer Jag's Works:
Dorucak sa Dzankijima,
Amer Jag Poems
Mountain man, walks trough the paths of solitude towards the hut of revelation, mountain man,
Miss, I would rip out of the ground not one, but thousand flowers, for your beauty.
Tulips In The Sky
Down the street blue tulips are so beautiful while smiling along the night, how blessed breeze is blowing trough your hair how happy my presence could any be?
Orange Ticket To Happiness
You are something new in my life like never experienced blush on my cheeks you are floating over my face and everyone knows what I'm passing through
Knight Called Surviving
Missing the words in my head is feeling like the sand floating out from the little girl's hands, silly game of curiosity and reality.
Windmills breaking trough the time, just grass dancing on the wind around me and few bunnies jumping around the mind oh how wonderful is this Dutch sky.
I Need You To Be
I need you to be my only story and my only smell I need you to be the only sound
Kill me for I am not of those who walk under your sky, one of those who stand on the firm ground, my fathers were obviously wrong,
Fire inside me flames now shadows of my thoughts dance wild and crazy, drunk spirit plays music
Take this little shiny tear from my face with your fingers, play with my temple and hold this silence
Trudge By Amer Jag
Unwrap my soul shamefully touch it, make it shake as a gentle fingers shake on cold breeze of Russian winter, shake.
How Pitiful Could It Any Be?
Strange fingers drew over the dirt of my body little angels, some breath wondered
Soul On Palms
Lonely steps through the misty streets of uncommon town, and sparkling blessings from sleepy moon, shower my existence together with this autumn rain
Choked by the silk of time my words died, voice petrified by the emerging emptiness escaped into arms of silence.
Soul On Palms
Lonely steps through the misty streets
of uncommon town, and sparkling blessings
from sleepy moon,
shower my existence together with this autumn rain
that flows through the space
carried on the wings of northern winds.
Oh, where do your eyes look at this moment
to which palms you confidently offered your soul