Poetry – Vladislav Hristov
the reaper is just getting up but the shadow of the peartree follows him all afternoon when the sun starts [...]
admin 2018-11-30T13:20:49+00:00 November 29th, 2018|Categories: Poetry, Literature, Blesok no. 122|Comments Off on Poetry – Vladislav Hristov
the reaper is just getting up but the shadow of the peartree follows him all afternoon when the sun starts [...]
admin 2018-09-20T12:37:02+00:00 September 19th, 2018|Categories: Poetry, Literature, Blesok no. 120-121|0 Comments
SHADOWS At night my body opens, slowly like a tridimensional pop-up coloring book out of which spring trees, buildings, Sun, [...]
admin 2018-09-20T12:37:37+00:00 September 19th, 2018|Categories: Poetry, Literature, Blesok no. 120-121|0 Comments
GANGRENE Onto my boisterous pathway Falls the invisible flash Of the secluded black hole, Where the night butterfly flies. Neither [...]
admin 2018-09-20T12:44:44+00:00 May 12th, 2018|Categories: Poetry, Literature, Blesok no. 119|Tags: 119|0 Comments
AGRADINI Argadini!"[1] yelled the blond boy of Albanian nationality at the ship dock in the city called Thessaloniki. Alexandros, the [...]
admin 2018-09-20T12:43:19+00:00 May 12th, 2018|Categories: Poetry, Literature, Blesok no. 119|Tags: 119|0 Comments
MUD IS MADE OF EARTH AND WATER One day, when you will not open your eyes, surely, you have died. [...]
admin 2019-01-15T12:21:33+00:00 March 27th, 2018|Categories: Poetry, Literature, Blesok no. 118|0 Comments
Translation: the author Suggestions and corrections: Vida Lukić, Harry Walker Possibilities In the darkness of the universe, the tingles began. [...]
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© Translation from Afrikaans: 2007, Antjie Krog & André Brink From: Black Butterflies Publisher: Human & Rousseau, Cape Town, 2007, 9780798148924 [...]
admin 2018-10-30T11:13:58+00:00 October 21st, 2017|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 116|0 Comments
Water, moonlight, danger, dream. Bronze urn, angled on a tree root: one Slash of light, then gone. A red moon [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:31+00:00 August 19th, 2016|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 108-109|0 Comments
Excerpt from the book of poetry “Politics, Pornography, Poetry” you lean your head against my shoulder the room is lit [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:34+00:00 November 12th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 101-102|0 Comments
Translated from Bosnian by Elizabeta Bakovska The birds take off in time again today, but I have nothing to learn, [...]