Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

let’s race love-kissing everything

last night I’ve heard for the first time about Hira i sungazing

it’s very familiar to me – to be fed by light

light is love-kissing

I put new white paper on my desk that will

after a while become tenth desk picture

writing

a great

poem

through

every

word

that’s what

I’m doing

with

every

word

words flyers

I was swimming with the swimming glasses and ear plugs

I was diving. I was watching my hands under the water. water weeds

prices of vegetables and fruit have gone up quite a bit

I love-kiss You God I do – I love-kiss You God I do – I love-kiss You God I do

I’m singing on every up-hill

these chants will help me enjoy going up-hills everyday

I’ve tired myself out. I feel gratitude

I’m struggling at the desk to be nice at the desk as well

I’m thirsty

I’ve replanted three liveforevers in bigger pots

it’s hard to write being tired

to write

a great

poem

with each

word

that’s

how I

sing

somewhere around Slavija Square drunk after

three glasses of wine and lunch with Vladimir Macura

this wind and coming six-seven kilometres to the Nest feels really nice

I’m tenderly thinking of the beggar woman that I gave the money

and she gave sign to another one that she should also beg and I saw it

and she also saw that I saw it so we laughed together

I’m taking out of my pocket left over bread from lunch

I love to drink before I’ve eaten. when I start eating I don’t drink any more

afterwards I love to draw out the alcohol with food and bread

wind is blowing. I’m chewing the bread in my mouth

become famous through me – everything is telling me

I’m becoming famous through You – I’m telling to everything

become famous through me – I’m telling You

I met Vladimir Macura on 6^th October 2007

I told him then that my work is whole

that my every word is more valuable that his museum and his collection

that I’m the best – one and only artist

that he will work in his favour only if he works in my favour

all of them are ideas with which I live and work and in which I believe

all of them were ideas open also for Vladimir Macura

I expected him to understand and accept them

I expected that he will print the forth Miroslav Mandic book

I expected that he will be interested and that he will help me

with the Bud of All Beings which I was preparing last year

none of those expectations he didn’t meet

I broke up with Vladimir Macura on 12^th November 2009

after that Vladimir left for me twice 50 Euros in the confectionery

and on 26^th December 2009 we met again

today I walked for him from 2961388^th to 2972385^th step

I told him all of this during the lunch so that

our disagreement would be creative and not destructive

I suggested to him that everything I gave him he gives to somebody who will with it

like with a seed start off Miroslav Mandic Museum or to give it back to me

I suggested to him that nothing from my work

wouldn’t be in his museum apart from my absence

this is a great idea that and work that I will continue with others as well

I suggested to him that our next meetings if there will be more of them be

festivities of meetings

I told him that the money he is giving me is going towards Vladimir Macura Bud and

that I would love if he would feel that the money he is giving me

is bringing him more money

I’m now near BIGZ building. I moved here when I came to Belgrade in January 1986

I expect everything

I sympathise with other people’s expectations

in the end three beggar women on Ban’s Hill

took away all money – in the God’s glory and dear to God may you be

when one believes in an idea and when the idea

is lived the idea is God otherwise it’s just a surrogate of sadness

art is setting free all beings

art is freedom to all beings

art is the struggle of freedom for all beings

creation of creation

breathing of breathing

singing of singing

man as a species doesn’t understand that they are hurting God

when a man understands it he/she instantly transforms into God

God is life

man is death

I hop and there’s eternity

I wrote several times that I’m the best

to some people I’ve been telling that I’m the best

people are mostly repulsed by it because they have a notion they are

the best and if they admit they are the best they would be worst and rejected

I don’t know if anybody believed I’m the best

did anybody experienced why am I the best. how am I

the best. when am I the best. to whom am I the best

best air

best dandelion

the best one is immortality

there is a lot of the best ones and the really best one is the best

there who is and how he/she is the best

the best one is the best to all beings

through the best one all beings live

through the best one everything that is created is being created

through the best one every just born youngling is love-kissed

the best one is Your love that is completely excepting the best one

the best one looks at Your face

the best one makes You the best one

the best man is the best woman

the best one is God

singing sings all beings

singing is the poem to all beings

singing is appeasement of the poem for all beings

Miroslav Mandic is Leon Miodrag Lazarov Pashu of Leon Miodrag Lazarov Pashu

Miroslav Mandic a poem of everybody’s name

Miroslav Mandic a little shell

Miroslav Mandic a starry sky to all beings

Miroslav Mandic beloved beggars

Miroslav Mandic art of art

Miroslav Mandic poem to the poem

Miroslav Mandic walking to the walking

Miroslav Mandic bravery of the brave

Miroslav Mandic earth to earth

Miroslav Mandic water to water

Miroslav Mandic air to the air

Miroslav Mandic light to the light

Miroslav Mandic modesty to the modesty

Miroslav Mandic love to the love

Miroslav Mandic one of everything

Miroslav Mandic one to everything

Miroslav Mandic same of the same

Miroslav Mandic speakable of the unspeakable

Miroslav Mandic serenity of the being

Miroslav Mandic first word to every word

Miroslav Mandic all of Your words in every word of mine

Miroslav Mandic language of language

Miroslav Mandic pussy to dick

Miroslav Mandic dick to pussy

Miroslav Mandic path of the paths

Miroslav Mandic bud of buds

Miroslav Mandic I of I

Miroslav Mandic You of You

Miroslav Mandic Miroslav Mandic of Miroslav Mandic

Miroslav Mandic Yours Miroslav Mandic

Miroslav Mandic art of God

Miroslav Mandic God of poem

I praise You Miroslav Mandic praising

I praise You Miroslav Mandic thankfulness

thankfulness to Miroslav Mandic praise for praising me

thankfulness to Miroslav Mandic praise for my praising of everything

thankfulness to Miroslav Mandic praise because I praise You

thankfulness to Miroslav Mandic thank you for my thanking

Miroslav Mandic praise I beg of You just praise

Miroslav Mandic thank you I beg of You just be thankful

you’re welcome Miroslav Mandic I beg You to pray

you’re welcome Miroslav Mandic I beg You just pray

not a technique at all – just a courage

not a style at all – just love

I’m wiping sweat of my forehead and eyebrows

everything continues as if it was created for the first time and as it won’t exist any more

only the one does everything for everybody

only the one love-kisses everything

a path leads me to You – a path leads me towards myself – a path leads me to God

a path is God

I love-kiss You my words that are writing me

I play God’s games with language games

I love-kiss you knees

I love-kiss You love-kissing

red t-shirt in which the dye keeps running I’m wearing

for the last time. I’ll make it into the floor sweeping cloth

singing is one – singing to the one

I sing Miroslav Mandic

I dance Miroslav Mandic

I surrender to Miroslav Mandic

I receive Miroslav Mandic

You are calling me Miroslav Mandic

I’m taking an oath to Miroslav Mandic

I’m writing about Miroslav Mandic because Miroslav Mandic is my consciousness

I sing Miroslav Mandic from nothing and that’s why Miroslav Mandic is exciting

I sing Miroslav Mandic

You dance Miroslav Mandic

we are breathing Miroslav Mandic

it’s hot

heat is poetry of today’s day

a fly has landed on the stone

a fly is poetry of today’s day

little spider has brought himself down his thread from the tree to the road

little spider is poetry of today’s day

I’m in the Universe

Universe is in me

Universe is poetry of every day

it’s not easy to carry a whole Universe – it’s easiest

it’s not easy to kiss all beings – it’s easiest

it’s not easy to be God – it’s the only one

I’m doing the most important job in the world

I’m freeing myself from vanity

I’m freeing Yourself from vanity

I’m telling everybody that what I do is the most important thing in the world

it got cloudy

wind is picking up

I’m always excited by the wind high up in the branches

it’s starting to thunder

it really rains – a boy in the water is shouting

a being is open to all beings

openness is a beings

many beings are closing up towards the beings and they are dying within themselves

I’m not sorry that I didn’t go in the water

since I felt the joy of swimming in the blessings

everything is opened up by the sense

it’s been circled through the circling and through the circling is constantly opening itself

I feel nice when I see a lizard

thanks to the up-hills it’s more and more easy on the up-hills

through dancing I’m whirling in everybody

through singing I’m fluttering everyone

it’s sunny again and on the stage of the day sultriness is coming on

sultriness is poetry of today’s day

a passage through Tuesday

through the poetry of today’s day

with smiled horses

with gleeful mares

happening happens

I’ve put small stones around the cactus and live-forever

a shadow of a plane is flying over the building roofs underneath me

... second... and third... and fourth and fifth lizard on the concrete stairs

I looked up at the tree tops and I thought of all the forests when the phone rang

Vesna phoned me with excited voice telling me

she has been informed that water might be leaking from the Nest

I’m running back to see what is it all about

is it possible that I haven’t turned the water off in the bathroom after brushing my teeth

or in the kitchen after I let the water run in the bowl in which I’m cooling mineral water

my heart is pounding. I’m rushing even on the up-hills. I’m sweating

I feel miserable. I’m unsure off myself

I’m walking slowly. the taps were closed. nothing is leaking from the Nest

even though on the ceiling in the hallway drops of water have appeared

it’s hard to be poetry in Tuesday of poetry

I was on this spot in the forest when I started to run back

I’m enjoying the white horse that is grazing the grass

I’m calming down – calming down is my job

only poetry respects the importance of everything in this world

I live for poetry – I work for poetry – I’m gardening through the poetry

many other things are enjoying only in themselves

many would get rid of poetry so that only important thing would be

just what is important to them

if it wasn’t for poetry I wouldn’t be compassionate with

this plastic juice bottle that was thrown away in the grass

daily bread is extraordinary bread

in my early youth I’ve been accused that I’m incapable for life

I didn’t want to be capable for life but rather just to be

it’s easy to provoke a feeling of guilt in me

endure endure endure

overcome the feeling of guilt by accepting

the greatest sin – the sin of non-acceptance of sin

through rejecting the condemnation and accepting the sin

freedom begins to germinate in the hearts of all beings

I would love to know the name of the main character of the film Miracle in Milan

I collected twenty or so large cherry plums from the concrete stairs

I gave several to Mrs Svilar who lives underneath me and who phoned Vesna about the water

14^th July 1971

photos of my face since then

once a month

repetition

transformation

sameness

thirty nine years

today I’ll make 468^th photo of One Man

same like this hot day was back then in Venice

arch-rhythm

first photo

arch-photo

every time I endure I endure because somebody else before me has endured

whenever I endure I give it to somebody so that they could endure as well

I love-kiss You young man who have taken a photo of your face

on 14^th July 1971 so that I could take a photo of my face today

I love-kiss You because back then You have surrendered and devoted Yourself

to the unknown

because You were heading on somewhere not knowing where it is leading You

just surrendering just surrendering

I always feel good when I sense that You find what I write beautiful

today I went later for a walk and now I’m walking on the strongest sun

what existed before God is God again

always

and

just

and

only

god

I folded the shirt and I put it on my head and it sure feels good

I enjoy these words that are coming out of me beaming love to all beings

love is constant love making

with the first photo of One Man

all other 468 photos have already happened

with every photo all others are also happening

that’s how it is in everything

all words are within the first word

all movements are within the first movement

all days and years are in a spermatozoid

beauty of the firstness is that it constantly happens and repeats

arch-dust

sweating is starting from the morning while sitting at the desk

sweat of poetry

there is no even poetry without sweating

nor joke without seriousness

in the woods I say white butterfly come and white butterfly flies in

shirt on my head really helps me in the strong sun

I was in the water for a long time. I would like to be even more

to be in the water is like some kind of return to the beginning

tenderness towards the mother

constant wedding

in the water I think slowly

I think with pleasure

I’m giving birth without pain

I’m becoming water

I’m slowly rolling myself – I’m making love with water

water enjoys in me

I would like if You would watch me swimming

I’m maintaining my upright position and then I immerse myself and surface

big baby in the water

I’m passing through the woods

everything is so elemental

I want You soil

I admire You water

I love-kiss You air

I adore You light

I’ll buy tomatoes

I want You

I’ll buy olives

I admire You

I’ll buy mayonnaise

I love-kiss You

margarine and bread I have from yesterday

I adore You

I should meet up with Branka. in the afternoon with Sun

in the evening with Vladimir. as well as to do everything I’m supposed to

do for the Friday of poetry... to walk 13 kilometres... to write 33 blessings...

I hear my thoughts in sounds of my sandals on macadam road

I was with Branka and Adam

I walked almost 12 kilometres

I was twice in the water

in freedom

water became unclear from the heat

but it bathed and drained me today as well

when I get to the apartment I’ll take a shower. I’ll make a coffee

I’ll try to write in a hurry the rest of the blessings because Sun will

come in a little while to put the mosquito net on the other window as well

I’m sitting at the desk. Sun is coming in twenty or so minutes

that’s how much I have left to get down to the end of this day

I don’t like to do anything in a hurry

beauty is slowness

I put too much water in the coffee

I was walking for few days on the strong sun and my nose is red

nose is a funny thing

I love noses

big noses with large nostrils

I find horse nostrils particularly beautiful

noses are working harder than we are aware of

same goes for ears and eyes and skin and tongue

when I take a shower after walking and start

wiping my face I feel how my eyes are tired

I’m pressing them with a towel and rub them

to refresh them and make the blood circulate

eyes have walked a lot

ears have walked a lot

nose has walked a lot

skin has walked a lot

tongue has walked a lot

Teo Marijana and Sun have come

some more walking and meeting with Vladimir

afterwards a bit more walking

the day is gone

tomorrow the same

and that’s how everything is the same

last night I had a dinner with Ana David Vladimir and Dagmar Moser

afterwards I went for a walk with Dagmar who I saw for the first time in my life and

we talked for two hours – it was one of the most beautiful nights in 61 years of my life

my loyalty I love-kiss You loyally

that’s how it was my friend

poetry itself for You my friend

poetry for everyone who cares for poetry

a young man is training football on the concrete pitch at the

highest heat. at one moment he kicked the ball aiming to hit the crossbar

of the goal and he made it. I shouted to him well done. he just smiled shyly

well done hot day – hot day as well shyly smiled

I love-kiss You chaste shyness

to calm down over and over again

greatest passions are coming out of the tranquillity

greatest tranquillity is coming out of the passion

I swam for a long time

caressing the water

swam across the lake

now I’m drinking a bit of wine and I’m writing at the desk

in the evening I’ll drink with Petar a bit more of

tenth Petar Miloradovic’s wine

that Petar will bring

through music

love is constantly thirsty of love

some boy is running somewhere

I’d love to make Three Day Festival of Miroslav Mandic Art for Dagmar Moser

first day

Life of Miroslav Mandic and Miroslav Mandic Life

second day

Poetry and Art of Miroslav Mandic

third day

Miroslav Mandic God Sex and Money

some boy is still running

some boy is constantly running

some boy is running always and forever

let’s dance

face to face

with one heart

blessed

everything to all beings

poetry for everyone who can’t live without poetry

198^th blessing of this week in 198^th day of this year

everyone I loved I love even more

I would love if everybody who I loved love even more

I love and I sing – I love and I sing

if someone knows M. D. S. please tell her that in

the summer of 1971 she gave me three lessons of love not even knowing that

she did that and that’s why I think of her as a great professor of love

love-kissing is rare

even more rare are those who have surrendered in order to be love-kissed

help me to love

I only want to love

when I was a little boy I constantly wanted to play

now I constantly want to love

God

myself

You

all beings

poem

this

poem

sung

to all beings

to youmyslef

to godgod

summer-like

summer fuckings summer lightings

writing is the risk of writing girl-friend

singing is the bravery of love-kissing boy-friend

intransigence of love inspires me

incorruptibility of fucking makes me votive

great love workers are surrendering in order to be loved

great poets of love are love-kissing unloved ones

and those who have surrendered in order to be loved

call me by my name – fuck me

marvellous swearing is nourishing all beings

Dagmar returned to Vienna

I took a photo of Dagmar like myself

face of Dagmar Moser is the face of Miroslav Mandic

one is the face

I’m celebrating Violeat’s thirty seventh birthday with Violeta

loyalty permeates all beings

I love You

I love-kiss You with the scent of warm grass – I love-kiss you warm grass

I love-kiss You with the scent of moist forest – I love-kiss you moist forests

I love-kiss You with the taste of wild plums – I love-kiss You wild plum

my art – one is the art

Your love – one is the love

our God – one is the God

when I entered the water I felt its goodness

I stayed for a long time in the water. I watched under the water

I saw few little jelly-fishes

several swallows have flown next to my head flying just above the water

in the forest I felt love in everything and love for everything

one sex has been permeating everything that was surrounding me

I felt

earth is my mother

water is my mother

air is my mother

light is my mother

I was thinking

earth is my wife

water is my wife

air is my wife

light is my wife

I was love-kissing since

earth is my wanted daughter

water is my yearned daughter

air is my beloved daughter

light is my only daughter

crying of all beings fills my lungs

I cry through a poem

You are my girl forever

in Your eyes I see love through which You love-kiss me always and forever

immortal love is in every word of mine

pussy

is

beautiful

I wrote in a letter to a young friend of mine who is withstanding some hard exercises so as Miroslav would withstand

pussy is more than anybody can imagine what is pussy

pussy is more than anybody can fell what is pussy

pussy gave birth to me so as some other pussy would give birth to You for me

I am born for You You are born for me

one is the path one is the rose

budding

I love-kiss forty year old woman who phoned me half an hour ago and said joking

that she will kill herself because she feels more and more how all of that she was taught in school was lie

every word of mine You can love-kiss

from every word of mine You can create me just for yourself

through every word of mine You can love-kiss all beings around You

I don’t have You because You are

I don’t have You because I don’t have property

love is giving

constant surrendering

ever since Ally's health problems started and I went to Scotland

English translations are sometimes late and I'm sorry about that

I hope Ally will get better actually I hope he will soon regain his health

and blessings in English won't be late

following few days blessings will be translated by Branka Zgonjanin

Ivana Djokic-Saunderson

butterfly flew close to my temples and caressed my sorrow and the sorrow disappeared

I looked at young green leaves and I felt happiness

along the forest path I am spinning for the happiness of all beings

I was swimming crawl one round in the middle of the lake

I was working slowly with the legs

swingings of arms I made even slower

through water glasses I was observing my turns

slow crawl I could swim very long

in my childhood that was hard for me

now that is my joy

with my joy I am giving a respect to the water

water is pledging me to the goodness

big body is weightless and all the movements are light

water is sliding down my skin

the sun is strong and every next sinking into water pleases me

while I was swimming I was thinking on jumping in

water which I adored in my childhood and in my youth

I was thinking how to write my autobiography

I haven't went out of water for a long period. I was just sinking myself in it

I am climbing up the stairs slowly and silently in order not to disturb the lizards

few days ago I agreed with my girl-friend to make our meeting solemn.

but it wasn't solemn. it was casual. I wrote her that in an email. she wrote me back yes, I know, it wasn't solemn. but I don't know why... I don't know what are the real reasons. I was really missing you. and I was missing our conversations

we are trying to not know the things that are not good even if we actually know them

I would like more and more of solemnity

solemnity is the memory of paradise

solemnity is immortality

I am really exhausted by the sun and by the water

my nose started to peel

I thought gently about snow

I am sleepy

I am hungry

I have to hurry up

I am helpless

helplessness is protecting me

I am love-kissing You my helplessness

ever since Ally's health problems started and I went to Scotland

English translations are sometimes late and I'm sorry about that

I hope Ally will get better actually I hope he will soon regain his health

and blessings in English won't be late

following few days blessings will be translated by Branka Zgonjanin

Ivana Djokic-Saunderson

I was walking. I was swimming. I was hiding my nose from sun

another twenty days and the summer will be gone

after few years, beginning from today, I won't

bear rings and beads anymore at least for a while

rings and beads I will put on altar

I like to construct altar

it is alike I am constructing a world

everything to be on one place and everything to be able to fit the hand

regardless of my mortality I believe in the immortality

regardless of weapons I believe in the peace

regardless of the ownership I believe in the ownershiplessness

regardless of the regardlessness I believe in regards for all beings

spontaneity is consistent

consistency is spontaneous

rings and beads had helped me a lot

my hand was more present

more solemn

more dancy

writing it is dancing

writing is a gratitude to writing

words-grasses

words-love

words-parsley

regardless of many I I believe in the one and only I

I-fish

I is a home of all beings

I am a heart of all beings

I hope I will enjoy for a while without rings and beads

I will not dance I will be the dance itself

hand-path

hand-rose

I am enjoying a lot in writing in order that the ones that are now suffering suffer less

I am enjoying in the beauty of words in order that the ones that are now dying in wars stop dying

I-birds

ever since Ally's health problems started and I went to Scotland

English translations are sometimes late and I'm sorry about that

I hope Ally will get better actually I hope he will soon regain his health

and blessings in English won't be late

following few days blessings will be translated by Branka Zgonjanin

Ivana Djokic-Saunderson

at the beginning of walking I had a trouble with my eyes

I couldn't see clearly

it came by itself and it went by itself

i am approaching the water

I am taking off the shirt

I am walking along the rocky shore

I am leaving things next to the water

I am spreading the shirt to dry from my sweat and I am putting rock on it not to fly away

I am taking out the water glasses and suppositories for the ears

I am taking off my sandals

I am taking off my glasses and I am putting them on my sandals

I am taking off my short pants and I am spreading them also to dry

I am leaving my dictaphone...

… I came out from the water. I dried my ears with my shirt

I am standing on my shirt in order to dry my feet. I am putting on my sandals. I go

in the forest on the concrete stairs I will take off my wet bathing suit and I will put on my pants

while I was crossing asphalt road I have felt the goodness of the warmth

I have changed my cloths. I am on my way through the forest

water is dropping from my hear along my back

while I was watching yesterday on television how

Contador and Schleck were fighting for the top of the Pyrenees I was crying

one's efforts and one's goodness always make me cry

I am thinking how did people swim in the far past

I am thinking how did they walk and how did they love-kiss

I am delta of all loves that had ever existed

whoever was loving s/he is in me

I am writing with love from everyone that have ever loved

when I write the word water in there is love from all the ones that have loved water

when I write the word thought in there is love from all the ones that have loved thoughts

starts climbing on 166 stairs on which are my lizards

I hope that lizards feel that I love them

yesterday I felt that in a split second

I hope that all beings hear the beneficial music of my feet

all loves in the music of my stamping

ever since Ally's health problems started and I went to Scotland

English translations are sometimes late and I'm sorry about that

I hope Ally will get better actually I hope he will soon regain his health

and blessings in English won't be late

following few days blessings will be translated by Branka Zgonjanin

Ivana Djokic-Saunderson

as soon as I started going I saw it – the flower grown out of the concrete

who do you love-kiss – who does love-kiss You – the flower in the concrete

I love-kiss You – I am devoted to You – my flower – the paradise in the concrete

I am walking through Kosutnjak – I am all the time in the forest

in the forest I have met one rose

it was sixty two years old madam Rose

madam Rose is walking to strengthen her heart. I have enjoyed her cheerfulness and her healthy smile

Rose has shown me the roads through the forest. we sat on a bench to rest

we talked nicely. if we meet again in the forest that will be God – I said to her

when we separated I noticed that my

dictaphone dropped. I went back and I found it on the bench

even though I am first time in Her – the forest is completely surrendering herself to me

in the forest is alike in the water. I am all the time walking and all the time I am in the forest

through the forest I murmur (foresting)

forest paths are so soft and so giving

we are permeating ourselves and we are circulating ourselves

competition is disgusting

I have gone – forgive me if you haven't understood me

I have gone – forgive me if you haven't discovered yourself in me

I have gone – forgive me that I have ever thought that I am everything for You

here are coming first drops of rain

on this place was killed duke Mihajlo

I is God – You is the winner

I am Miroslav Mandic – You are the winner

I was drinking cold water from the Hajduk's drinking fountain

as much more I love the ups, the ups more love me

on the big up I have felt I am love-kissing the nerves in the spine of every single being

I am love-kissing You abstraction – sanctity of agreement

I love-kiss you circles – the art of supervention

I love-kiss you beauty – the ball of simplicity

I love-kiss You forest – the rose of the forest paths

forests, I am glad you are – the wooded, wait for me

I am quivering in the hearts

I am walking in the minds

I am singing with my stomach

ever since Ally's health problems started and I went to Scotland

English translations are sometimes late and I'm sorry about that

I hope Ally will get better actually I hope he will soon regain his health

and blessings in English won't be late

following few days blessings will be translated by Branka Zgonjanin

Ivana Djokic-Saunderson

yesterday Amica told me about Nataša who had adopted Ema and Millon

I am admiring to You, Nataša

I am admiring to everyone who receive the other into themselves

a mother dog which had adopted kittens

a thought which had adopted the other thought

a what which had adopted a how – a how which had adopted a who

everyone who had adopted the opus of the other man

more which had adopted more more more

the receiving – maternity of giving. The accepting – shelter of receiving

I am went

by this

path

for

Millon

Millon, beautiful boy, take care of Ema and Nataša

the music of this blessing is taking care of You forever

I am adopting you my adopters

I am adopting You the giving

I am adopting You the receiving

joy

joy

joy

all beings are love-kissed

walking

creating

singing

all beings are love-kissing

breathing

fucking

dancing

all beings are eternal

h

h oda m

m

(walking-ode)

ode of walking ode of joy

the music of all beings is in the freedom of all beings

the music of the rain worms

the music of the things

music of the conscience

I am receiving You, the receiving

I am giving to You, the giving

all in one is

ever since Ally's health problems started and I went to Scotland

English translations are sometimes late and I'm sorry about that

I hope Ally will get better actually I hope he will soon regain his health

and blessings in English won't be late

following few days blessings will be translated by Branka Zgonjanin

Ivana Djokic-Saunderson  

the taste of the first sip of coffee

the art of every second

the art of all beings

rub out my feet

with the bud

with the moment

the art of the moment is in singing (with) the moment

tren

tren trenu tren

tren

(tren=moment)

in the moment lives eternity

only the moment can receive in itself the eternity

only every being carries in itself all beings

suspenders from a good boy are singing

alone on the road

alone rose

touch

dodir

dodir dodiru dodir

dodir

(dodir=touch)

rub out my knees

with the bud

with the moment

Miroslav Mandic art

84600 small circles

84600 seconds

the circle of every day

of every moment

singing Miroslav Mandic

rub out my thighs

with the bud

with the moment

you are singing to me

and the foot and the knees and the thighs

with the bud

moment

om