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Saša Milivojev - THERE IS NO MORE POETRY, IT'S OVER

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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 : VACCINES FOR NON-CONFORMISTS

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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

Saša Milivojev - CORONA

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Sasha Milivoyev - Saša Milivojev Saša Milivojev CORONA   A bloodthirsty old woman you see, a cockroach from 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 working

SAŠA MILIVOJEV IN CROSSWORDS IN POLITIKA NEWSPAPERS

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SAŠA MILIVOJEV IN CROSSWORDS IN POLITIKA NEWSPAPERS 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 ON THE FRONT PAGE OF TORONTO NEWSPAPERS

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SAŠA MILIVOJEV ON THE FRONT PAGE OF TORONTO NEWSPAPERS   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 ON THE FRONT PAGE OF ORANGE STAR MAGAZINE

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SAŠA MILIVOJEV ON THE FRONT PAGE OF ORANGE STAR MAGAZINE 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 - ICE MONUMENT

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Saša Milivojev - Sasha Milivoyev Saša Milivojev   ICE MONUMENT   I have been searching for you in the centuries In lost dreams In icy seas Tracks covered in snow And you are no more Everyone ‘s undone Winds! Turn me to ice A monument of ice To be awakened By soft rays of light Once a heart is thawed It will beat for you Memories I lost Turn my blood to frost Tear droplet so young On snow covered ground I shine from afar But no one awaits To lessen my pain That is neverending Winds! Turn me to ice A monument of ice To be awakened By soft rays of light Once a heart defrosts It will beat for you Sun will disembogue Like honey that’s thawed.     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

Saša Milivojev - THE HOMELESS

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Saša Milivojev - Sasha Milivoyev Saša Milivojev THE HOMELESS Snow. Ice. Bitterness. Fear. Huger. Distress. Darkness. Hopelessness. Without water and electricity. Without liberty. Nobody, just me,   and a cold blanket sighing sadly. And nothing else. Betrayals countless. Without a friendly face. Without an embrace. Puddles of tears surround me, I will cut my wrists to end this misery. My frostbite wounds Millions of people are passing by never a one to stop to offer a shoulder on which to cry I don’t need anything no cash, no bread no shoes, no roof over my head just a single heart to start beating beating for me, crazily.       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 ,  Са

Saša Milivojev - THE PUNISHMENT (On the consequences of biological warfare)

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Sasha Milivoyev, Saša Milivojev Saša Milivojev THE PUNISHMENT (On the consequences of biological warfare and experimentation on humans. Disturbing images in verse)     What is the world breathing in? We are perishing, Dirty rains are falling, Poisons and genes, Rodents and savages, The tailed and the horned. These are not the bacteria nor the viruses nor the “Conspiracy Theories”, But Satan’s blood thirsty savages, Monstrosities from the laboratories. With a head of the child and a body of a snake He is mourned by his mother, He doesn’t even resemble the old man - the horned goat - his father. Millions of ex-people witlessly meandering the planet, on all fours! Invertedly. At times someone even flies, reversedly. Jumping locusts, We’re becoming crickets, Rodents and cripples, Vaccinated monkeys, hair-covered in the scorched rainforests. Babies are no longer crying, Only frogs can be heard croaking! How wicked have we become, We are the monstrosities, In the fires of Hell on roasts we s

Saša Milivojev : THE GREAT DYING / THE PESTILENCE

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Sasha Milivoyev / Saša Milivojev Sasha Milivoyev THE GREAT DYING THE PESTILENCE It’s raining snake venom from the clear blue skies, millions of bacteria, stench of excrement, genes of mice and rats, lead powder dust, quicksilver droplets, on the planet of the “reptiles” piles of human corpses. They poisoned God no less, and all else is vague, Here comes hunger and agony, rabies, AIDS and plague. Put your mask on. Lock up your doors. Street is not the place to be, The horror is outdoors, the devil has come, to take you to the camp, the great dying has begun. Prepare to retaliate! Below the camp they are harrowing it’s gas chambers they’re preparing. And I am stealing time, blood-soaked to my knees, to defend myself with explosives, as the fool once said: “Graveyards will be too small for us all”. Even on the verge of the abyss, no less, in the face of pestilence be fearless, someone will remain, children will be birthing just the same, Thy will be done, noone can extinguish the Sun. Saš