aphorism, proza

UNEDITED THOUGHTS, from the book “The Pigs Have Flown, now what?”, Leila Samarrai, 2014

Never trust a poet who can’t use his swears properly.
In poetry, never argue with your ex lovers.

The poem is an universal message of the exquisite selection of the separation of the vanity.

The true poet is capable to put the whole universe in his poem or sometimes even in just one single verse.

The best literature and the purpose of art is the survival of the human race.

Art is a game. Poetry is a game. At the end of the day, either
you know how to play or not…

A tip for a writer during the creation of a masterpiece:
Turn off your brain and write.

In poetry, always open your heart. There is no poetry without a bloodshed.

The consequences of the global climate change: After the rain sun does not come anymore.

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aphorism, proza

“The pigs have flown. Now what?”, Leila Samarrai “Aphorisms and Maxims”

“The pigs have flown. Now what?”
(The serbian equivalent for this proverb is: “When willows bear grapes”.)

“A tip for a writer during the creation of a masterpiece:
Turn your brain off and write”.

“Wherever you find yourself in Serbia, you always will be on the crime scene.”

“It’s hard for me to decide – said a necrophiliac.- Today we do not know who is alive and who is dead.”

“Hope dies last. The poor are the ones who has mother – in – low under that name.

(*”Hope” is the English equivalent for the Serbian common female name “Nada”. )

Was not enough deceptions under the Troy?

“Thank God I am an atheist”

“Finally, the white days have broken. We are covered in snow”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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