dejan-stojanovic

This dwarf still observes the world from his own self-imposed height.

When magic through nerves and reason passes, Imagination, force, and passion will thunder. The portrait of the world is changed.

The world is always open, Waiting to be discovered.

My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.

Pretense cannot sustain blind power.

When he is most powerful, nothing does he become.

To transform a grimace into a sound sounds impossible, yet it is possible to transform a vision into music, to go outside an enslaved personality, to become impersonal by transforming into sand, into water, into light.

Since nothing is absolute There is no absolute silence, Only an appearance Of temporary peace.

What we call life is only talk of nature.

Creators of history always play with our impotence and our ignorance.

History will be erased in the universal purgatory.

Serious affairs and history are carefully laid snares for the uninformed.

For a game, you don__ need a teacher.

Different languages, the same thoughts; servant to thoughts and their masters.

It__ not easy to write a poem about a poem.

The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.

A smiling lie is a whirlwind, easy to enter, but hard to escape.

We love the imperfect shapes in nature and in the works of art, look for an intentional error as a sign of the golden key and sincerity found in true mastery.