Radmila Stankovic

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Born in Pozarevac 1969. I have been creating art objects made of glass. Tiffany stained glass techniques and journalism in the local media. His poetry published in the electronic media. Currently lives and works in Kucevo.)

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The Truth Motions

I need a word…
powerful, movable,
troublesome,
irritable.

I must awake the truth
with my resentment.
To ask her,
how many stairs still
to pass?
The first, the second, the third,
it seems like forever.

I seek for the truth
so much I cannot see
so much I do not want to
hear
Now I must
awake the truth.

I seek for the word,
movable, powerful,
troublesome,
irritable.
Truth is that word.

I persisted
with a few
deep sighs
to see the reflection of mine
I make the motions of the truth
for everything that
was dying in me.

I alleged myself
on her.
I am speechless, I wait
for her motions.
I listen,
people speak
about the truth,
some play with her,
some ridicule her,

and no one will be spared.

I still listen,
as I awake her

with my resentment…
I awake her within me
only to ask her
if I am right

The truth is the reflection of life
but,
I hardly accept
her motions.

If I do not
do anything today
tomorrow I will be fallacious.

I awake you
with my resentment…
to ask you,
why on this morning
this city hunts me,
turbulent sounds
hunt me.

And now I get to know,
on this morning,
I see the reflection of mine
and that is the truth.

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