A star needs a star.
~ Dejan Stojanovic
To go against the grain is the secret of bravery.
We traveled long and forgot why poetry was invented.
To go where no one else has ever gone before is the secret of heroism.
Those who hate rain hate life.
Nothing reminds us of an awakening more than rain.
When all is lost, there is still a memory.
Possible is more a matter of attitude, A matter of decision, to choose Among the impossible possibilities, When one sound opportunity Becomes a possible solution.
If you are only what you are, You at least have a chance Not to outsmart, But be on a par with yourself And that is worth trying.
To accomplish the perfect perfection, a little imperfection helps.
I fly through memory to find a newborn love.
Why poetry, you ask? Because of life, I answer.
There is always the question why And there is always life, Which doesn't need an answer.
Oblivion cures the old wounds.
To dream on occasion is not dreaming, To love on occasion is not love.
Senses empower limitations, senses expand vision within borders, senses promote understanding through pleasure.
Great poets are great copy editors.
When there is noise and crowds, there is trouble; When everything is silent and perfect, There is just perfection and nothing To fill the air.
Possible impossibility emerges From an impossible possibility, Or possibly, impossible possibility Blooms from the impossibly possible impossibility.
Everything seems impossible And everything seems possible.
Without pleasure there is no sight or measure.
There is no born lover, There is no born Don Juan, For we are all lovers.
Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.
He tries to find the exit from himself but there is no door.
Tell me something only you know and make a new friend.
There is a moonlight note in the Moonlight Sonata, there is a thunder note in an angry sky.
Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting.
Trying too hard to be too good, even when trying to be bad, is too good for the bad, too bad for the good.
Even great men bow before the Sun, it melts hubris into humility.
Love is almost never simple.
A word into the silence thrown always finds its echo somewhere where silence opens hidden lexicons.
They will smile, as they always do when they plan a major attack late in the night.
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Is that all?
Although all days are equally long regardless of the season, some days are long not only seasonally but by rewards they offer.
Our desire to say more grows bigger and what to say about it, except that saying is not always about saying, growing is not always about growing.
Nobility is not only in forgiveness.
Forget decorated generals, tell me about Private Ryan.
There are countless circles of hell, believers never penetrate the ninth circle.
For a moment at least, be a smile on someone else’s face.
Strangers are endearing because you don’t know them yet.
