Vojislav Karanović Biography

The scene extends to the verge of my look,
Then it soars down. The rain
Pours down the gutter. The pool
...

Yes, we are still alive.
The concrete around us
is rough
and cold. The rose
...

It should be started from something small
And tiny. From a black
Spot on a ladybird's wing.
Through swaying grass
...

We are a burden to the Earth. Since long ago
I've been disrupted by such feeling. It used to drill
through me, uprooting
This frail peace
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How many times have you seen this treetop,
its leaves quivering or at peace,
...