Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

I’M KISSING YOU SUNDAY’S LONELINESS – COSMIC LONELINESS

IMMORTAL LIFE IS PRECONDITION OF THE LIFE OF ALL BEINGS

I can no longer live if I don’t die with butchered plane trees

I can no longer live if I don’t die every second

with all killed beings anywhere in the Universe

I can no longer live if I don’t die every day with beings that are dying

I can no longer love if I’m not compassionate with unloved ones

I can no longer give birth if every second I don’t scream

through screaming of a newborn ones

I can no longer create if I don’t identify

with the ones for whom creating has been forbidden

it’s really nice how much I know you. I don’t know when exactly it happened

that I have learned you. but I know a lot about you and it feels really pleasant. there

is certainly a lot I don’t know about you but you are one of the people I know the

most of. you are actually the only one. I know more about you and your history

than about any other man

Branka Zgonjanin wrote me while we were chatting

I would love if you’d known everything about me. I would love that everybody knew

everything about me

I answered Branka

one is open

only the one is open

open is immortal

freedom is open

fears are in secrets

the weapon that is used for ruling others reigns within the secrets

openness is the nest of all beings

woman in Zaplanjska street is sitting on the steps in front

of the shop. she is smoking a cigarette. cleaning the knees of her pants and cries

you are like ones you are with – I am with all beings

I cooked the beetroot

I am a constant petition through which

the beauty of every being and goodness of all beings is supported

Miroslav Mandic is handwriting of all beings

when I write Miroslav Mandic I wrote Your name

when anybody writes their name they wrote Miroslav Mandic

thunders are guarding tender beings

all beings are tender

all beings are guarding thunders

I will give You my scarf

I caress Your toe nails

I caress all beings within You

You who kiss life I caress Your brave decision that You have just come to

I caress Your tenderness that You need to carry out Your decision

I constantly think of You

You are my thought

I am Your path-life-love

when I get money I will buy 129600 millimetres of white wool. for every

blessing one millimetre. I will wind in a ball all blessings written until then

then I will wind every week 198 millimetres

of white wool – 198 blessings written that week

white ball of wool

bud of love

that white ball of wool is this book

a ball

writing through balling – balling through writing

a ball is circling by stillness

Miroslavness

Miroslavey of creating

Odyssey of Odysseus

Miroslavey of Miroslav

there are no halves. there are no compass points

therE arE no boundariEs of time but just the energy of love

only one I of every I

everything is in one

white geese are taking off from the water

soul is flying

fire is creating

air is kissing

water is transforming

earth exists

down is up – up is down

there is here – here is there

soft is hard – hard is soft

white is white – white is white

Miroslavics of all beings

Miroslavics of wedding of all beings with all beings

Miroslavey of humbleness and tameness

Miroslavey of loyalty and simplicity

Miroslavey of God

Miroslavey of creating is creating of Miroslav Mandic and singing of Miroslav Mandic

geese are flying

I’m running the water

all beings sing within me

Buds are asking me when will Ana come to draw us again

I sent e-mail yesterday to Ana Djordjevic-Petrovic

well that’s true, a Garden sometimes needs a female hand. tell them I’m

coming soon... I think it will be Tuesday 9^th March around 11:30 but

I must confirm that... because my grandma has a birthday that day

and I’m not sure if she will live till then... let it then be as it must be

Ana answered me

I hope I will soon start drawing 33 Pictures of Eternal Life

God is creating within me

when I’m happy I’m always also happy for all beings

this is unbearably good-beautiful idea for You

read me better than I am writing

I am writing better than anybody can read me

why didn’t I approach her

marry me – I am married to You

I kiss You loyally but get out of my sight if You don’t feel why I resent you

I admire Rousseau for leaving his five kids in a children’s home

I admire Teresa Levasseur Rousseau’s wife for enduring Rousseau’s decisions

this that flickers flickers in glory of flickering

Van Gogh’s paintings are just a hint of Van Gogh Christ

thus how and where from has come thus

only a nostalgia for this moment is live nostalgia

the fact that sometimes I don’t want to say anything

says more than if I have said anything

every blade of grass

any sparrow

what a cows

tree in mud is not rotting

sun’s ember – heart of the planet Earth

when I’m happy I’m always happy for Fernando Pessoa as well

just look at this beauty of a sentence

smell of cows

why didn’t you approach me

I love less and less football but I love more and more football ball

word

underneath

a

word

is

a

poem

word next to a word is a story

word in a circle is a poem and fairytale of the Bud of All Beings

in the book these words should be arranged in a circle

I am http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carmen_Herrera

I am http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Howard_Zinn

I am is love that identifies

I am snow

I love to draw fine lines with ink and pen

I love to write words on top of the words

I love not yet existing law by which the acquired wealth

during the life can’t be inherited but just transferred to all beings

everyone that ever existed is now me

everything that ever existed is now me

all water

all stones

all light

a friend tells me that she got all money from the state budget for the film

I don’t know how to make films but I know how to ask for and get the money for them

I made this up

I put hand cream on my feet as well as calf length boots and here I am on the snow

when I was sixteen I wrote first poem about black and white snow

first poem I saved is when I was twenty and it’s called Nevenka

first two-three hundred poems I burnt in a trash can when I was twenty one

I bought an elastic band for a green jogging suit that I found on the street

three-four months ago

I am a theory of theory – You are theory of theory

I create theories – You are a practical theory

I love the same in each letter – You love differences in each letter

I love Woody Guthrie You Bob Dylan

important is thought through well only if it is thought a little bit and short

an un important is not thought through but one rather exists

for all of that what is not important and is not unimportant all thoughts

are being and are spent

I love to think like a child

I love to think like a rock that ibex/Alpine mountain goats are climbing over

I also love to think like today’s wind over the river

everyone who endangers the weaker is already dead

state is already dead

institutions are already dead

big corporations are already dead

who at least once has experienced one will always love and be one

I love when world is beautiful like eyes of this woman who looked at me

as she was passing by

oh joy

oh-joy

joy work joy

You’ll be breath taken from beauty and love of

Miroslav Mandic when You open up to him

I live whole my life in order to write this in this exact way

sun is shining it’s really cold

Miroslav Mandic – first poet of all beings

Miroslav Mandic – first artist of all beings

Miroslav Mandic – first walker of all beings

Miroslav Mandic – first fight in which nobody

fights against anybody but everybody fights for everybody

who believes me believes themselves

rejoice me – believe me

touch – it’s touching

I

opened

up

to

you

and

you

are

immortal

wind is blowing like crazy and it’s pretty cold – a man said to somebody

over the phone

I am a juicy peach of language

Nietzsche constantly Nietzsche – Nietzsche constantly sprouts

(Serbian “sprout” is written and pronounced the same as name Nietzsche)

the more objective it is the more false it is – the more public the more secretive it is

Nikolai Fyodorov

when I got into the Nest I took out the money and I saw

that this week I have saved 300 dinars. but I also noticed that

I have lost the batteries for my dictaphone that cost 600 dinars

my heart is full because after a long time I saw my beggar

Ruzica and her seven year old daughter Sanja. they were happy

to see me. that makes me happy and proud although Ruzica said

she has been in prison for three days because of beggary

this man and his civilization with these kind of

laws are dead because he locks up god’s creatures

I love You Sanja – I love You Ruzica

once more

I love You even more Sanja – I love You even more Ruzica

art of pillow case

I give this idea to Jelena Besir as a present

I miss reeds

I’m hungry. I’m tired. I’m sleepy

news of the day is that the day is the news

only news of every day is actually that the day is the only news

last night in Kalenic café I met seventy year old beautiful

woman who is coming into the Kalenic café for 33 years

dedicated to the art of 33

we are the heart of all beings

four in the afternoon

yesterday I had a thought that I can hardly wait to wake up and write You

I got up at half seven but there was no water

Jelena Besir didn’t call to tell me if she is coming to

take photos of 64 Buds are Singing to the Bud of All Beings

the telephone rang and Violeta asked me is your mobile phone not working

I realised that I didn’t take it out of my jacket yesterday and I didn’t hear it ringing

Violeta asked me to ask Ivana to check the blessings in Serbian

since today and tomorrow as well as maybe for the rest of the week

she won’t have the access to the internet

on the mobile phone I saw that Jelena has already left

and that she phoned me several times

I called Jelena to tell her to stop by somewhere to the toilet since

mine was full of the material that didn’t go for the lack of water

Jelena bought water so we made coffee

I drew all 64 Buds and Jelena took photos of them

I drew Blue Rose and Jelena recorded Blue Film

I gave to Jelena a little stone from the Saturday

photo and the idea that is called The Art of the Pillow Case

I walked with Jelena to Branko’s bridge. we met

Ana and saw a group of women who were protesting on the

occasion of 8^th of March guarded by a large group of policemen

on my way back I walked on my own so as to walk through the coldness

I didn’t write anything I just walked and protecting my nose and mouth from cold air

I bought the batteries for dictaphone

I bought portfolio and hundred cases for the Blue Roses

I bought tartar sauce

when I got to the Nest I got last year’s bill for utilities

for April last year that I paid already and that put me

down and confirmed that state institutions are criminal

I washed my hands and face with half a glass of water

in water that Jelena bought me I cooked leek carrot and a bit of cabbage

I’m withholding myself from being afflicted by the

fucking carelessness and greed of people serving the state

water will come soon and will take away the material

I say material and not shit just to make a joke to the delight of humour

not to be disgusted by shit is very important

to feel the goodness of shit is even more important

to see the beauty of the shit of others is the art of the beauty itself

scientists are trying for centuries to find the theory of everything

the problem is that the theory of everything can’t be found if it isn’t for everything

wherever everything is there the formulae for everything abides

only the one that is everything if the theory of everything

lunch is waiting for You

when I heard yesterday a respectable man saying that is what Einstein

said… I immediately thought out another Einstein’s sentence what Einstein has said

is one more thing that is being said for that I have said it and I haven’t said it

science is a question – I am questioned

I am questioned about everything – everything depends on me

religion is an answer – I am responsible for a response

twenty or so people holding packages are waiting in front of

the gate of the District Jail to visit their loved ones

I am happy because I’ve been in jail

I am happy for seeing this tree

I am watching it for all locked up people

what are you doing – a woman that came out of the yard asked me

I find this tree beautiful so I’m taking a picture of it – I answered her

it could build a house. we thought of cutting it down but let it stay – she said

a man is washing his hands in a little bit of snow that is left on the car

it is good to learn about beauty from the beauty of the stones

this is not a lot but it is everything

minimal needs are making maximal love

maximal needs give birth to nothingness

I am on Miroslav Mandic – most remote star in the Universe

the most remote star is now and here

now within now

here within here

I within I

love within love

I within love – love within I

I within heart of goodness

I within heart of beauty

I within heart of new and clean beginning

begin me

Miroslav Mandic is Everybody’s Mother

this is not a lot but it is even a bit more than everything

now of the lips

here of the agreement

I of cranberry

I just remembered that I have forgotten something

but I still can’t remember what that is

little stones

lie is betrayed regret

(in Serbian “regret” is anagram of “lie”: “laž” “žal”)

 did you read Hey Little Man – by Wilhelm Reich

did you read School of Atheism – by Aleksandar Tisma

that is what I couldn’t remember yesterday and I did remember tonight

snow dust is snowing

green football pitch is white again

time plays are not stopping and are constantly changing

are we gonna walk Miroslav – I say to myself

we are walking and hanging around with all beings – I keep on encouraging myself

all beings are in every heart

only the life of all beings within me constitutes my life

amen

all beings are snowing

white wool of alllife is winding

because the roots of the trees are interfering with waste pipes water pipes

electrical and telephone wires in the ground man has thought out to plant the

trees in enclosed space. some kind of big pots but actually cages

soil belongs first to trees and only then to man

man has stolen the soil from the trees

man doesn’t understand that in that way he himself is in the cage of his own idiotism

to be a man is something most disgusting that can happen to a being

only among all beings there is a hope for the most disgusting ones

they are rejoicing – snowing more and more – all beings

I hug unimportance for You – I kiss You in unimportance

I sent an e-mail to Branka Zgonjanin

if you didn’t get going just to tell you that strong wind

is blowing. take double scarf. dress well. I kiss you

Jelena Besir sent me an sms

kisses are taking care of kisses

I am outside. it’s not cold. but when it starts blowing...

man like any other being is not disgusting but what man is

doing to other beings is disgusting and that makes him disgusting

man will free himself from the man

I think of the beauty of Arabic writing

all symbols are live love

cross is love

swastika is love

circle is love

wheel is love

crescent moon is love

pentagram is love

hexagon is love

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mind in heart. heart in goodness of pussy and cock that are creating beauty of love

I let one old woman pass on a snowy path and she smiled at me

I felt how her heart warmed up. in her smile all beings are enjoying now

I wink at lambs

I wink at man so as he wouldn’t butcher the lambs

millions of years are behind me. millions of years are in front

of me and just one and only now within which all millions are

all beings have lived until now so as I would write this blessing

while this wind by the river is blowing through me I think that

all I do is nothing else but just music of hope for all beings

music of budding

good

beautiful

good beautiful

beautiful good

good good

beautiful beautiful

when good and beautiful are together – goodness emanates beauty –

beauty shines goodness

when good and beautiful are divided – devil teaches through goodness –

seduces through beautiful

within the snowflake of snow are snowflakes of goodness and snowflakes of beautiful

when male and female are together – male is encouraging – female is alleviating

when female and male are separated – male is killing – female is enslaving

earth and sky are one

man and all beings are one

we are together so as to be one – together

together means being one and not together

one is freedom

one is truth

one is love

every day is not just something everyday but also a biggest festivity

every day art is not only most simple and most ordinary

but also most rare and omnipresent

every day art is not only accessible to everybody

but it’s also most expensive and not bribable

every day art is a daily bread

kneaded with water of repetition and wheat of gratitude

I am grateful every day for every day art

I love every nature that changes its nature on its own

to change one’s nature means to create better nature

to live one’s nature and not change it means to enlarge evil

I don’t love any nature which violently changes anybody else’s and any other nature

modernity

postmodernity

postpostmodernity

modernity after postmodernity

just implyity after implyity

world is full of implyities that is understood only by those who imply it

implyities are death of a spirit

I stopped by friends – Mandic family – they put in my bag to take with me

brandy

bread

eggplant-peppers salad

potatoes

pickles

cabbage salad

jam

cake and cakes

madness from love and allessence

you are invited for lunch

I kiss everything I eat

alllife – feed yourself with my love

my dear tattoo the shape of my lips on your body

I wanted to send You an e-mail with this suggestion but I

gave up since every blessing is anyways written only for You

I believe that mathematics is not approving violence of people over other beings

if mathematics would approve the violence it wouldn’t be alive

and it couldn’t develop

mathematics is the blues of higher beings

he was betrayed by his and his enemy was betrayed by his

ours are traitors

future of the man is in that to find the way to redeem for his violence

violence of democracy

violence of communism

violence of fascism

violence through secrets

violence through richness

violence through reputation

violence of imperialism

violence of colonialism

violence of feudalism

violence of slavery

violence of racism

violence of gas chambers

violence of concentration camps

violence of shopping malls

violence of bread and games

violence of banks

violence of civilisations

violence through conquering the universe

violence through building dams

violence through digging mines

violence through cutting woods

violence through taming animals

violence through missionary work

violence of the inquisition

violence of the stakes

violence of the guillotines

violence of the gallows

violence of the electric chair

violence of bioengineering

violence of butchery

violence of the sawmills

violence of the humanitarian actions through which all the violence is laundered

violence of the school and university in which the human evil is hushed up

and the conscience of children and youth is killed

so as they could do violence

with a clear conscience

I cannot live with all of that and that’s why I write this

I live for the resurrection of all beings and especially for those beings that I hurt

I create for all and not yet created beings and

especially for those that I now hurt with my creation

all beings will back up a man in his redemption

redemption is a humus of great creation

you can do it man yes you can

all known beings are only a small portion of unknown beings

and all of them together make all beings

rhythm is a being

multitude of beings is in the rhythms of all beings

silence is a being

multitude of beings are in silence

all beings are in a poem that all beings love

Danube I kiss You – I shout and wave at Danube

I also kiss you Miroslav – shouts to me and flows to me Danube

just when I look at the eyes of the day I see that eyes of the day are watching me

just when I look at the eyes of the truth I see that eyes of the truth are watching me

just when I look at the eyes of love I see that eyes of love are kissing me

eyes are watching eyes

one eye is in all eyes

eyes are watching so as to kiss

joy of life with all beings

I am radiant with love of all beings

ripple

breeze

bee

flower

you feel how it spreads in my chest

I’m reading the autobiography of James Brown on the computer. it’s beginning

to snow. goodness is so beautiful. I’m crying. tears are filling my eyes

boy don’t give up

I love courage of these words that just exist

I love I love

I love all beings – all beings are my parents – my wife – my kids

everything is mine because nothing is mine

who wants to care about man as species they must

care about man for at least million years

man as a species is destroyed by what he thinks is his

his blood

his offspring

his family

his race

his nation

his state

his culture

his language

his property

his Planet

hey beauty that went on road – I said aloud while I was drawing Good Walker

while I’m waiting for the meeting with Vladimir Macura

I’m walking around hotel Moscow

Vladimir gave me green pencil two meters long

I want that all beings all the time feel my love

I would love if all beings would know about Miroslav Mandic

and Miroslav Mandic Art

the best ones are much more modest they only want that

their nation or race or sex or their civilisation knows about them

not only that I would love if all beings would know about the name

Miroslav Mandic but I believe that they already know it

regardless of my wish being a subject of ridicule or being considered crazy

I think that it is an essence of every being that they are known and loved by all

beings

my wish that all beings know the name Miroslav Mandic is a wish of every nightingale

every grass blade

every Walt Whitman

every Fernando Pessoa

every Friedrich Holderlin

every Maister Eckhart

every Billie Holiday

every Gertrude Stein

every baby on the breast of the beggar woman

every tear off little branch

every kernel of wheat

everyone who has hushed up

the name of Miroslav Mandic art

and the art of Miroslav Mandic name

my wish that all beings know the name Miroslav Mandic

arises on the music of the wish through which all beings are dancing and singing

Miroslav Mandic liberates light and love in every being

Miroslav Mandic is created from deep modesty of every enthusiasm

Miroslav Mandic lasts through warm tranquillity of every calm-down

Miroslav Mandic in Your name – You in the name Miroslav Mandic

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here were the names of fourteen close people who I wrote to on Saturday

I’m going more and more far away and closer and closer to the heart of all beings – Your heart

heart is a poem

heart is singing the mind

I’m writing to You because I hope You love me

and You can bear as well my work as me and name Miroslav Mandic

I’m sending You the blessings of this week in order for You to help me for

everything to be as it is written in them – the way I believe is dear to God

my poems and Miroslav Mandic art is

beaming and confirmation of the heavenly wish that I am

that everything that is is

God within me God

this e-mail I’m sending to You

through the face of singing

through the face of creating

through the face of loyalty

on Sunday I thought that this could disturb some of them

and I didn’t send this letter to anybody along with last week’s blessings

I’m leaving – what you feel is the mind

I’m coming – what you feel is the heart

... I’m leaving coming leaving coming leaving coming leaving coming...

the only one – same as all beings

just God

just poem

just rose

just road

just every being

I’m everything

receive me in yourself

bloom

bloom Miroslav Mandic-all beings-love-God

Miroslav Mandic is the name of heavens

everything that isn’t the heavens is boring and it kills itself and everything

around it from boredom

Miroslav Mandic is the name of all beings

Miroslav Mandic is the way by which through the joke on his account

everything becomes Miroslav Mandic

as long as there are names Miroslav Mandic will be love in every name

when the last name disappears Miroslav Mandic name will also disappear

I’m repeating the name Miroslav Mandic in the same way I repeat everything

as well as I repeat myself

like a footballer who on training sessions repeats everything that becomes

perfect in playing the game

I’m not Miroslav

I’m not Mandic

I’m not Miroslav Mandic

I am Miroslav Mandic

art of one name – art within one name

everything sung through a one name

Miroslav Mandic – everything kisses everybody

Miroslav Mandic – love is one

name yourself Miroslav Mandic – call me Miroslav Mandic

Miroslav Mandic is Aleksa Golijanin whom I met by chance after three years

Miroslav Mandic is Ana Djordjevic-Petrovic whom I met by chance

and just before we met bought me a white woollen yarn for Miroslav Mandic book

I told Ana first about the Big Pictures that I will begin to do

I’m reading with pleasure Slobodan Tisma

and his latest book Quattro Stagioni

take something anything and you’ll see – it’s love

give something anything and you’ll feel – it’s a poem

state of love is the state of the poem – primary state

event of the life is the event of the story – secondary state

Field Poppies

I love you – cum all

Field Poppies is the title of my drama that is consisted only of four words I love you – cum all

I asked director of love Branko Popovic to direct this drama

Field Poppies are dedicated to the audience and only real directing – directing

of the audience itself

Field Poppies is performed first like a chamber play until it slowly develops into

mass gatherings during which the text itself says everybody cums together

cuming-transforming

Dandelion

I’m disgusted with myself – I saved myself – I redeemed you

Dandelion is the title of my drama that is consisted only out of ten words

I dedicated Dandelion to You

call me to give You direction for its performing

I’m going to see and take photos of blue flowers

I will find blue flowers down by the river

the wind is blowing – I found them – they are incomprehensibly beautiful

unnoticeable from beauty – unnoticeable for goodness

I enjoy listening the bell that bells me

my happiness is called the Happiness of All Beings

I am sure that flies wouldn’t agree to live not being happy

I immediately feel like an ocean by the Danube

I smile a bit and I think – right away is the biggest ocean

everything that is the most valuable is free and everything that is not worth is

more and more expensive until it comes to the most expensive to the killing

everything that is expensive is connected to plundering and killing

expensive is crime

tender is cheap

I’m neither with these nor with these nor with these –

I’m a golden thread with everybody

I don’t like human secrets. hidings. but I find it nice

how Bojana’s Svetomir has spoken about secret

secret like a cause of incomprehensible and inconceivable

Bojana’s Svetomir also spoke nicely about shame like inappropriate and

not able to adjust

a young man in front of me is speaking on the mobile phone and by

his movements I felt how was ashamed and felt humiliated

I was always ashamed. especially in my childhood

now I felt – I was ashamed because I felt that I wasn’t of this world

only with God You and all beings I’m not ashamed

the blessings that are going to follow I will be writing

until I meet up with Jelena Besir on the tram bridge

I love to prepare myself for a meeting. especially while walking

just before the meeting

preparations for the meeting are very important. that is a kind of dignity

that refines

looking forward to the meeting and respect for the one you are meeting with

preparations for the meeting create and shape the meeting

every meeting is the first one for me. decisive. which I expect everything

and nothing from. meeting of two first people. with no experience. heavenly. innocent

twenty or so days ago Jelena and me had fantastic

Business Lunch today I will propose her Sex Lunch

until now I had only Business Coffees and Business Lunches

but this would be the first Sex Lunch

God Lunch

Sex Lunch

Business Lunch

these are the lunches that make – I just discovered –

Solemn Sunday Lunch of All Beings

I am near Main Post Office. I think of the Eternal Art

I live and create Eternal Art

I am Eternal Art – I spoke out in front of the National Assembly

Eternal Art is art

not this or that art but just art

everyone that is engaged in Eternal Art is its founder – the first – the only one

Eternal Art is created by One and Only Artist

all artists make One and Only Artist

One and Only Artist makes all artists

I crossed the bridge and Jelena is not yet here but she will come…

…Jelena got bus no.65 and blessings that are following are after our meeting

a man is hailing a taxi with a cigarette in his hand

and the smoke from his cigarette meanders through the crossroads

before the meeting with Jelena temperature was few degrees

lower so now I’m enjoying the slow walk on the warm sun

I respect and love everybody’s sex

everybody’s sexuality is unique and beautiful

all beings are fascinated by the sexuality of every being

mathematics is the ode to the sexuality of all beings

sex is a hero of immortality

sexual beings are feeding with immortality all beings

sex is loyal to the eternity

I love loyally

one doesn’t live any more from big things but from small ones

a bakery woman who I bought first bread from told me

I am a sex of all beings – You are the most exciting and most desirable being – hey

happiness is sad

I’m unhappy because almost everybody thinks only of their own happiness

nobody thinks of me and hardly anybody is happy because of me

many of the happy ones don’t know that I am unhappy at that time

I am happiness – it’s down to happiness – only one of the beings of all beings

I am happiness only when all beings are happy

there is no happier being than me when all beings are happy

happiness is telling me

I love how Slobodan Tisma is writing about colours and the fact that

he is writing a lot about them

all my life I was doing my best not to seduce but

to show everybody that they are exciting and very desirable

I’m a bee that shows to every woman that she is the most beautiful and

most desirable

I’m a grass blade that shows to every being that it is most desired being

I’m a success and I say – You are the most desirable being

never forget one thing that only You are wanted by all beings

dedicated to the young man who came to Jelena Besir to say hallo to her in Knez Mihailova street

I am God because I love You

I am God because I’m only God

I am God because I’m God’s glory

death doesn’t let down

death gives life

people have betrayed death

they have renounced the eternal life

if I don’t feel that my mother is a whore and my father

criminal I will always think that whores and criminals are other people

if I never feel that I’m nobody I will always think that

those who are nobody are somebody

long live Dragan Mitrovic

I said to the eight year old boy who just told me his name

Dragan Mitrovic is my happiness with which I make all beings happy

how just money makes somebody happy when I give it to them with no reason

dedicated to the sexy money

one bee flew down on the cardboard box in the container

with all beings I want everything and with everybody

without single one being among all other beings I don’t want anything with anybody

I of all beings within me will never die

I of only my being will die for all beings

somebody set aside these very two little stones for me to find them

every blessing that I write is gratitude to God because I even wrote it

have you ever went through Mokroluska street exactly on the corner with

Zajcova street

humour is a being of all beings

thank you Miroslav Mandic – humour tells me

mama where are you going – a little girl asks

I’m going to fuck – mama answered

in Jase Ignjatovica street to the pleasure of Jasa Ignjatovic – I believe

I become groundlessly become happy and immediately ashamed

because I think that my happiness hurts somebody

in front of Filip Visnjic publishing company I throw a dice

and ask it if I can watch the arse of this girl in front of me

yes – it answered me. I’m now watching it peacefully and with pleasure...

one more dedication to the sexy money

 I’m not judging – I’m just udging

today is the beginning of spring – today’s blessings are dedicated to the

I slept through a whole day yesterday. in the afternoon I was throwing up

I’m walking – abdomen is still struggling

buds are more and more green

gardens have been dug up. roses pruned

I love the artist in every being

all being love to be beautiful

I feel nice to watch the buds on the trees

greenery is drizzling

Vera told me in her e-mail to buy probiotik

capsules because I might have got some bacteria or virus

I believe that all beings are serving the life of all beings

I believe that bacteria and viruses are serving the life of all beings

there is a great strength in bacteria and viruses

here are first white leaves petals of the trees blossoms

through the buds on the trees the air is budding as well

oh now us – said a man when the green light on the crossroads went on

ever since there are wars human society is based on

two pillars. pillar of killers and pillar of criminals

whoever relies on and believes in pillars they must rely on killers or criminals

army or police

university or show business

state or secret organisations

future of human species is not in pillars

but in compassion and permeating – awareness that everything depends

on smallest and the least important

only freedom of all beings is freedom for every being as well

a man plants flowers – that pleases my stomach

I think of everything that is in a stomach

in a stomach of creation

I would just take photos of blooming of the trees

when two people don’t understand each other that causes wars

when words are let down that kills the buds

I’m throwing a ball – I’m celebrating life

for last hundred or so meters I think of the book To Celebrate Life that I saw in the shop window

I caress you backs of my abdomen – I caress you abdomen of my backs

abdomen is beautiful – backs are good

my abdomen is bothering me but I rejoice since I write about the abdomen

I threw a ball to the gloomy fourteen year old boy

he caught it and smiled at me and that rejoiced me a lot