Nastasimir Franovic
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Poesie di Nastasimir Franovic

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Why

Why
A new day has dawned.
The smell of cigarettes. Room.
A small window.
Bed.
A(…)

Wreath

Wreath
I wove a wreath for you from my verses.
In memory of your tear, as clean as a well. (…)

Stone

Stone Stone on the stone
Remembrance
Turned into stone
Jumping from stone to stone (…)

Fall

Fall
You wanted to reach the star halos. With the strength of Hercules.
By the beauty of(…)

Noose

Noose In the world of eternal illusions, being an ascetic is unnecessary.
Part of the(…)

Paths

Paths
tracks everywhere
paths made of thorns and mud one path, one man
no one before, no one(…)

The sky

The sky I want to squeeze the sky.
So tight, so hard to the point of pain. Deep to tears. (…)