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To be perfectly honest I have not published a book yet.I have written more complex material on my native language and some of it I have translated.
Poetry and short stories are what I enjoy and mostly is personal.
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BOOKS PUBLISHED:
Watch on my hand is ticking, time is taking a journey just like a traveler with no destination. Minutes pass, hours and days in this everyday chaos, rush and marathon for goals that we have set for each other. A person, human, in middle of it doesn't even think about "IT," lost in a life events, the exit is found in personal accomplishments, thoughts and love. Our days are calculated the minute we are born and our destiny is written then.
A human arrival into this world where it is ruined and crushed so others would build, where there is killing so others would live and dies for some better and happier tomorrow, it begins a battle for life and with it. Walking on its path we often fall pulled by strength of our own desires and ideals. There is an old saying: A man is born with his hands in fists-wanting everything, and he dies with his palms open-wanting nothing, I think it's true...
I feel sorry for a human sometimes...
Unknowing how greedy we are and ungrateful we want more and more, till we are in a paradox and ambis asking ourselves : "What have I done?" Created as a being who's manipulating nature, planets and our own destinies, blessed with soul and mind, unlimited in talents, possibilities but over ruled by ourselves. Jump in with higher powers and fight, no retreat in danger for survival while the most we hurt is by pain given by us. Like act of art, our mind and never ending discoveries we grow stronger more powerful but in the same time we are weak and more sensitive. I do feel sorry for a human, sometimes...
Getting to the edge of ambis, conflicts, battles and deaths there is this man with no humanity becoming more like an animal, cold-blooded, wild, bloodthirsty driven by cruelty. I see his eyes, deep dark circles that came from nowhere, wrinkled, broken skin, sunburned wind abused. Attempt to smile, so much pain, sorrow and suffer beams giving me shivers, I wanna scream.
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* Fairy tale *
Once upon the time I lived in the castle
That I built from my love for you.
My dreams were my life, and my life
was you -- only you.
I fed with a honey from your lips and
the air I breathe in and out
was soft-loving smell of you.
Even now I close my eyes and feel
everything again.
You shimmering under my skin
beating of my heart and it hearts so
much and I still love it.
There is no more castle and have
no more dreams.
My fairy tale has no sweet ending and
I'm still fighting a battle of loving you
and hope through the time I do win.....
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