Riječi u slobodnoj plovidbi
Words in free sailing

Summary/Abstract: On the occasion of the tenth anniversary of the death of Nikola Martić Under the melody of ringing words, a quilling pen stuck in difficult and unpleasant times, stuck in miomirs; in the sounds of spring, summer, autumn, winter... it got stuck and entangled in the south, in the Mediterranean - the origin of civilization, while the words are being spelled, they slip away from us, they slip out of too much love: from poetic rapture, they wave, they become wild: chains climb and fall - and spirits before the inner freedom brought and spelled by the word, limited by nothing: inner freedom - he sings. In Miljković's words, as the slaves used to sing about her and pursue her until she disappeared. The fairy tale roars, vigours and plays its game, not thinking about the strict form - not even thinking about what is said; releasing and letting out words to sail the sea, land and sky. The fire is burning - internal and external!

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