SAŠA MILIVOJEV

Saša Milivojev in BEIRUT, LEBANON Saša Milivojev in BEIRUT, LEBANON Saša Milivojev in BEIRUT, LEBANON   SAŠA MILIVOJEV 萨沙•米利沃耶夫 ,  Saşa Milivoyev ,  サーシャ・ミリヴォエフ ,  Sasha Milivoyev ,  साशा मिलीवोएव ,  Саша Миливойев ,  ساشا میلیوویف ,  Saša Milivojev ,  Σάσα Μιλιβόγιεφ ,  Sasa Milivojev ,  Sacha Milivoyév ,  Sascia Milivoev ,  Sasza Miliwojew ,  Sacha Milivoev ,  Sasha Milivojev ,  ሳሻ ሚሊቮዬቭ ,  Саша Миливоев ,  Саша Миливојев ,  ساشا ميليفويف www.sasamilivojev.com

Sasha Milivoyev - Saša Milivojev Saša Milivojev SEVERANCE To overcome, relinquish and forget, black – hearted eyes, as well as innocent, feigned words of solace and bitter embrace. To forget the joys, affections and desires, hardship and bliss, friends and enemies, smiles and tears and prayers. To be insincere. To write no more verses. To trust not a soul. To understand no one and naught. To forgive not. To pass a verdict ‘pon oneself of remoteness and taciturnity. And soar towards the glistening of Cosmic dark infinity.       Saša Milivojev     Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska SAŠA MILIVOJEV 萨沙•米利沃耶夫 ,  Saşa Milivoyev ,  サーシャ・ミリヴォエフ ,  Sasha Milivoyev ,  साशा मिलीवोएव ,  Саша Миливойев ,  ساشا میلیوویف ,  Saša Milivojev ,  Σάσα Μιλιβόγιεφ ,  Sasa Milivojev ,  Sacha Milivoyév ,  Sascia Milivoev ,  Sasza Miliwojew ,  Sacha Milivoev ,  Sasha Milivojev ,  ሳሻ ሚሊቮዬቭ ,  Саша Миливоев ,  Саша Миливојев ,  ساشا ميليفويف www.sasamilivojev.com

Saša Milivojev, interview, Pravda Newspapers SAŠA MILIVOJEV HORRIFIC ORGAN HARVESTING LAIR DESCRIBED BY AN EYEWITNESS THE VOICE OF RUSSIA 2 9. October 2012.  15:24 Moscow time INTERVIEW “Live people were wrapped in barbed wire and thrown downhill”, – this is perhaps one of the “nicest” memories of the main character of The Boy from the Yellow House , a journalistic novel written by the Serbian writer Saša Milivojev. The author collected in one work just a tiny fragment of the atrocious crimes carried out by the Albanian terrorists in Kosovo before and after the NATO’s aggression against Yugoslavia. The main character, a 12-year-old Serbian boy who was kidnapped in broad daylight and who almost fell victim to an illegal organ transplant in the notorious “Yellow House” in Northern Albania, where no less than 300 people, primarily Serbs, were killed. Many reputable sources claim that the victim’s organs were sold abroad, from which profited the leaders of the terrorist Kosovo Liberation A

Sasha Milivoyev - Saša Milivojev Saša Milivojev   GOLDEN TWINE     A Spirit A wandering soul A wrathful squall In the fire levin‘s blasting Ice within the chest is crackling. Everything to me is hindrance You are not within my distance We are bound by golden twine. Step down from the blazing sun The child loves you but it stammers Because this un-beating heart Cannot fasten Gelid gates of inky Hades. I shall lay myself to rest Hold acquittal and solace In this hour evil, bleak, When you didn’t hear me speak.       Saša Milivojev     Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska SAŠA MILIVOJEV 萨沙•米利沃耶夫 ,  Saşa Milivoyev ,  サーシャ・ミリヴォエフ ,  Sasha Milivoyev ,  साशा मिलीवोएव ,  Саша Миливойев ,  ساشا میلیوویف ,  Saša Milivojev ,  Σάσα Μιλιβόγιεφ ,  Sasa Milivojev ,  Sacha Milivoyév ,  Sascia Milivoev ,  Sasza Miliwojew ,  Sacha Milivoev ,  Sasha Milivojev ,  ሳሻ ሚሊቮዬቭ ,  Саша Миливоев ,  Саша Миливојев ,  ساشا ميليفويف www.sasamilivojev.com

Sasha Milivoyev - Saša Milivojev Saša Milivojev REFUGEES   Happy and all smiles Greteful to the Skies In love crazily We sang blissfully Life we worshiped Of what was yet to come we dreamed Never in a million years we'd fear The hell that was becoming was near All we have come by Gone in a blink of an eye You plundered everything from us Cursed criminals Thirsting for blood savages Tore our hearts into pieces Slayed a child in a crib Brothers and sisters to the gallows In petrol set to flames Barbarians Shattered all our dreams Crumbled all to dust Extinguished the sun Darkness Gruesome fear For death we were escaping Hungry and shoeless Through this world so heartless Seeking the inconsolable salvation Upon that hellish flight From that gruesome war We came across some folk divine Who planted a seed of hope Once upon a border crossing We were battered For help when we were seeking In the forest of the howling wolves We were hiding Embraced by the flames of fire We were warming The

Sasha Milivoyev - Saša Milivojev Saša Milivojev THERE IS NO MORE POETRY - IT'S OVER     The sun has stopped. Mankind has fallen Evil has carried the day Blowing the angels away One and all is just as lonely The lost are wandering the world Abandoned, heartbroken Their traces, as if they never were before There is Love no more Somewhere, away from the wicked Night is yearning for the sun Where the endless pit finishes Where the dream extinguishes The wound has healed The song rendered speechless In pursuit of redemption The Poet was left voiceless. Where there are no tears no shoulder to cry on no time to repent no chance to forgive Where there is no misery Where stops all joy and treachery What will be will be, Not even a whisper of a prayer to sound There is no more poetry - ring the curtain down.       Saša Milivojev     Translated by  Ljubica Yentl Tinska SAŠA MILIVOJEV 萨沙•米利沃耶夫 ,  Saşa Milivoyev ,  サーシャ・ミリヴォエフ ,  Sasha Milivoyev ,  साशा मिलीवोएव ,  Саша Миливойев ,  ساشا میلیوو

Saša Milivojev in KATHMANDU, NEPAL SAŠA MILIVOJEV 萨沙•米利沃耶夫 ,  Saşa Milivoyev ,  サーシャ・ミリヴォエフ ,  Sasha Milivoyev ,  साशा मिलीवोएव ,  Саша Миливойев ,  ساشا میلیوویف ,  Saša Milivojev ,  Σάσα Μιλιβόγιεφ ,  Sasa Milivojev ,  Sacha Milivoyév ,  Sascia Milivoev ,  Sasza Miliwojew ,  Sacha Milivoev ,  Sasha Milivojev ,  ሳሻ ሚሊቮዬቭ ,  Саша Миливоев ,  Саша Миливојев ,  ساشا ميليفويف www.sasamilivojev.com

Sasha Milivoyev - Saša Milivojev Saša Milivojev VACCINES FOR NON-CONFORMISTS 21.01.2019. End violence now! Stop murdering journalists! It seems unnecessary to murder your adversaries in disreputable fashion with chemical weapons, primitive poisoning, nerve agents, radioactive substances, or butchering in some embassy, when there are ways, much more “refined” than the “bestial”, wrapped in silken gloves, that will leave no stain on the historical “reputation” of one’s Empire ... Traveling the world, I came upon a Kingdom, whose name I shall not unveil today, where every step I took shocked me, finding so many crippled madmen on the streets of the capital, incessantly laughing, waving their arms, rolling their eyes, conversing with the skies, trees, the flowers... In utter disbelief of how many madmen I came upon wandering through the city – I began asking around about them and no less but within the well-informed circles. I quickly learned the terrible truth of their misfortune. Do not

Sasha Milivoyev - Saša Milivojev Saša Milivojev CORONA   A bloodthirsty old woman you see, a cockroach from the Satan’s “Crisis Committee”, For long she pillaged, children she snatched and slayed their blood she drank and ate, to rejuvenate. She flayed their skin, affixed in place on her own face, Corona was her name, The old hag was insane. When her evil deeds were told, the airplanes soared, in aim to kill us all. On Earth they made the poisons fall. They had us all locked down, with muzzles restrained, padlocks and chains, ankle bracelets for home detention, false tests on prescription, deceived and plundered, blamed for infection, medications proscribed, fresh air they denied, On our freedom they put boundaries, halfwits, scoundrels. And when they “eased up” on their “measures”, the camps were full over the rim, large - scale butchering, looted livers and kidneys, burning the living victims, “to prevent the spread of infection” evidence concealed for our own protection. She had wor