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ISSN 1409-6900 | UDK 82+7     Blesok no. 112 | volume  | March-April, 2017



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                     Peer-reviewed journal
Blesok no. 112March-April, 2017
Poetry

Poetry

Translated from Macedonian: Elizabeta Bakovska


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Josip Kocev

Walls
The Spirit of the Wind
Eternal Summer
The Lost Loves
Like a Bird, Like a Song
A Perfect Murder
Nations
Force
From the Inside
Victory

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Walls

    This world has no walls.
    Why do you keep on searching for a door?
    Open your eyes,
    don’t hate the sun forever
    because of those few hot days in July.
    Let the fornication you squeeze in your hands
    wander on somebody’s bodies.
    And forget! You have everything that you need.
    All the spaces that I miss
    will be yours.
    Your bandage will be on top of all others
    stuck on my mouth
    by those that have deserted me:
    angels, demons, people…
    Yours will be the imprisoned voices,
    the golden needles on words unsaid.
    Make my silence strong
    and leave the wounds as they are,
    wide open across
    the meridians of our beings.
    Blood shall flow
    from the places where we are people.
    Love shall flow
    from the places where we are gods.






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