Miroslav Masin, “Fish – Bird – Woman”
#1 The fish, the bird, the woman the finest beauties in their environments. They permeate on the canvass and mingle [...]
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#1 The fish, the bird, the woman the finest beauties in their environments. They permeate on the canvass and mingle [...]
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Bryan Ferry in SkopjeMany years ago, we were dreaming of attending a live performance of a current world music star, [...]
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David Sylvian in SkopjeOn 13th of October, in a not overcrowded, freezing and frazzled Universal Hall, we had an opportunity [...]
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Or: In the name of the painting1. #1 I guess it is not a coincidence that Phillipe Davett, art critic [...]
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– Nakedness is the pulsing speech. – A mirror is a hollow body. Margret Kreidl Oh y-e-a-h it's an eye [...]
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Translated from the Slovene by: Igor DivjakRussians never run away, it’s too far.
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Translated by Nataša Papazovska-LevkovaThe house on the hill of memories stands high above the horizon and above the clouds. It [...]
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19 September 1900 I have become a problem in modern ethics, as Symonds would say, although it seemed to me [...]
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M. entered the store, all those colors twisted her mind and she felt dizzy, everything was а strange carousel, just [...]
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(or: We, our invisible women writers)Fifteen years ago, I entered the graduate studies in literature at “Blaže Koneski” Faculty of [...]