by Djordje Brujic
It has been quite long since fire became
a flaming commercial word:
A name for a fate, for a man, for silhouettes,
for an apple,
for the sun.
We sustain ourselves on imposed past
and vary one and the same image,
one and the same experience
Expirience of a colour, of a dream, of depth...
of a Night;
Expirience of one night,
of one self,
of warmth.
From:
Djordje Brujic
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Djordje Brujic
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Đorđe Brujić was born in Karlovac 1967. He published books of poetry: «New desperate days», «Fear of forests», «Instruction for trevels», «House on ice» and selection of «Contemporary poetry of Serbian Krajina». He lives in Podgorica, Montenegro.
Last updated September 08, 2011