Saša Milivojev - THE PAIN OF THE WORLD
To you my desert, I am returning, the land of happiness and serenity behold, the camel carries me towards the Sun, adorned with the hues of gold. Mother of noble heroes untold, Only you know how to forgive, Softly embrace, conceal a tear, Emirates, Mother, this life I have for you I'll give, and no other.
Produženi i opominjući jecaj Saše Milivojeva nas uvek iznova tera na to da brižno razmišljamo o svetu u kome živimo. Ali svet je za pravog literatu previše malen, mora se planetrano ophoditi prema njemu. Ovi Sašini stihovi ne izlaze iz Panove frule, oni jecaju iz Rumijevog naja, vrsti itočnjačke svirale. Oni kao da nam ponovo govore opasnu uznemiravujuću Rumijevu, islamskog filosofa i pesnika, stih rečenicu: „Ne sedaj pod drvo sa onim koji te ne razume, sedaj samo s onima koji te poznaju i razumeju“. Sedaj samo pod voćke u punom cvatu, od sad.
Had it not been for a fact that I myself am a child of a poet, I may have failed to perceive the talent of a young man who lives faraway from his hometown, yet not far from his ancient archetype. Was Sasha Milivoyev born a poet, or is this what he had become, out of what breadth bears in its trail, that sharpens the senses and adds up all the sufferings, regardless. Milivoyev is simply a poet in the melancholy backdrop of the maker, who is sheltered and strengthened by his verses. Milivoyev knows that with poetry one transcends to timelessness, to infinity, to imortality and namelessness in which we become the twins and transmitters of Chist's words, hence in his "Message After death" he says: