Born on October 11. 1980 in Paraćin, Serbia. Underground poet and writer. Published in a fanzine “Green Horse”, Serbian and regional poetry anthologies.
We are at the concert. We sit. We drink. Fight broke out. Close by. Kids. The skinheads, metalheads, punks. Local madman approach us. He speaks to me: "I saw the devil, damn ! I saw hiiiim !!! " "O really? I saw him also, yesterday, when I watched TV news. " We give him a beer. He's leaving. We are all lacking so little love a couple steps toward each other just a few steps but it's not happening and eventually the devil comes He does nothing special He's only filling The void.
First, I have to love you Childishly, astonishingly and all the way There's no cheating and no need for that Then I cuddle you for a long, long time, tightly ‘Till it clinck Then I shake You like a chocolate milk-shake A little up and down, a little left-right Nailed You to the wall with my body Sniff You, sniff your hair My lips on your ears, forehead, face Lips Neck We are all a bit like animals Re-embrace You again, clinck You, shake You, Kiss and hold You I don’t let go Until it boil