One’s Own Position in the
Sky
With the thought that you
accomplish me with a perfect creation
you unnoticeably entered my dreams.
I’m glad.
We connect the incompatible,
by a light gesture of hand, invisible thread of the lit
dreamology. We sow.
By the balance of pleasure and restlessness.
By the balance of blossomed will.
The harmony from field grasses and urban smog.
Like, unstable, this summer is.
Originating from as far back as the Old World. Sprung.
By dreaming you reinforce you position in the sky.
By dreaming you draw away from life.
By participation of the spirit, in dreams, you find your goal.
You are like all others, truly. Women I love.
Even when you don’t recall your dreams, you keep the feeling of dreaminess.
You know whether you are warm or cold. You feel dreams, always.
In the part between the body and soul, in the inter-step with them,
dreams have arranged their volume.
They made time easier for you.
They filled in the space for you
and filled you with themselves. As such.
As you don’t normally believe dreams.
He Never Confessed This To Anybody
Here, where you used to sleep,
was actually
the interpretation of the present.
By traces summoned
to former and future dimensions,
time and space.
If I had to win you today,
I wouldn’t know how...
I would make a mistake, as a beginner,
I’m as afraid as you are.
Remember,
in Klimt’s paintings there is Emili Flege everywhere,
yet he never confessed this to anybody.
Woman as an inspiration
is always permitted by God.
For entropy, indispensable.
Bathed in purity. Is waiting.
Above everything else.
Above everything human.
Woman is always here to
perfect the achieved.
I told you, don’t expect much...
Perhaps I can only in a poem
reach your heart.
I don't know and I won't say much.
Men speak life fish.
I am written by the poem,
You lead the verse.
I have nothing else.
you unnoticeably entered my dreams.
I’m glad.
We connect the incompatible,
by a light gesture of hand, invisible thread of the lit
dreamology. We sow.
By the balance of pleasure and restlessness.
By the balance of blossomed will.
The harmony from field grasses and urban smog.
Like, unstable, this summer is.
Originating from as far back as the Old World. Sprung.
By dreaming you reinforce you position in the sky.
By dreaming you draw away from life.
By participation of the spirit, in dreams, you find your goal.
You are like all others, truly. Women I love.
Even when you don’t recall your dreams, you keep the feeling of dreaminess.
You know whether you are warm or cold. You feel dreams, always.
In the part between the body and soul, in the inter-step with them,
dreams have arranged their volume.
They made time easier for you.
They filled in the space for you
and filled you with themselves. As such.
As you don’t normally believe dreams.
He Never Confessed This To Anybody
Here, where you used to sleep,
was actually
the interpretation of the present.
By traces summoned
to former and future dimensions,
time and space.
If I had to win you today,
I wouldn’t know how...
I would make a mistake, as a beginner,
I’m as afraid as you are.
Remember,
in Klimt’s paintings there is Emili Flege everywhere,
yet he never confessed this to anybody.
Woman as an inspiration
is always permitted by God.
For entropy, indispensable.
Bathed in purity. Is waiting.
Above everything else.
Above everything human.
Woman is always here to
perfect the achieved.
I told you, don’t expect much...
Perhaps I can only in a poem
reach your heart.
I don't know and I won't say much.
Men speak life fish.
I am written by the poem,
You lead the verse.
I have nothing else.
Spring is Coming Again
Spring is coming again.
You will change your perfume and travel to Lisbon or Istanbul,
expecting for gold to run over you.
New hope brings new feelings
and you believe Baudelaire’s poems again
and his love for the mulatto Jeanne Duval.
You will no longer feel the need for Nescafe.
Ever stronger you will face your own prejudices.
You will return to your yoga teacher,
and you will, convinced that clothes impede meeting one’s self,
practice it completely naked.
Not really committed, you will persist in doing it, persist...
Regardless if you need a partner or not.
You will think about piercing you genitalia.
By consent you will sleep with several partners
to find out what you wish and want.
Reasons why relationships have to be kept secret
you will not want to know.
You will not tweet. You will love yourself.
You will not reject feelings of happiness. You will love yourself.
You will be dying in dreams, exist in reality,
and love yourself.
To make your day, you will buy the most ordinary small items.
Not really believing him who suggested you to change your looks,
you will start wearing even shorter dresses.
You will mock those with breast implants
and make albums taking your own photos.
Spring is coming again.
Yes, try with something new!
* Miodrag Jakšić Mića was born in 1969 in Belgrade, Serbia. He is the founder and editor-in-chief of the Art Group and publishing house “Arte” which consists of more than 300 artists from around the world. He is the initiator and organiser of the International Art Colony in Krcedin (since 2007), International Belgrade songwriter Festival (since 2014) and International literary festival Indjija PRO POET (since 2017). He is the founder and organiser of the colonies in Temisvar, Bajzas, in Istra, on Pag, on Rtanj. As an architect, he has made more than 200 projects, analyses and studies. As a writer he has published 18 books and is represented in anthologies and textbooks. His works have been translated into more then 20 languages. As a publisher and editor he has published more then 350 books and publications and 16 LPs. As a journalist he has written more then 1000 articles, reportages, travelogues and feuilletons for domestic and foreign magazines, and has run radio shows. As a designer he has designed several logos, packagings, books, publications etc. He was an Assistant and Deputy Minister in the Government of the Republic Serbia and MP in the Serbian Parliament. For his work he has received many awards, both home and abroad. He is a prezident Center for serbian diaspora, board member of the Association of Writers of Serbia, Red Star FC, the Union of Composers, the Independent Association of Journalists of Serbia and Maria Sharapova Fan Club. He lives and works in Belgrade.