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Milisav Rosić was born in Mojkovac in 1997, where he finished primary and secondary school. He is a student at the Faculty of Political Sciences. Milisav's interest in art arose from an early age. His first serious art project is the performance The Artist Dont have Ego. He read his first unpublished poems at the art shows Show Talent within the Cultural Center "Nenad Rakočević". In addition to writing, as his main guide, Milisav tried his hand at video production and as part of the album of singer Olivera Bjelic, where he screened a video for the song Shadow. He published book Drugi Svijet.




At night - blue-blue eyelids At night - red mesh thread in the whiteness of the eye At night - bitter taste in my mouth Like a broken crystal hour Like a dry leaf As it falls apart In my hand And then, unexpectedly that night Flash… Then scream… She dreamed me Na wet ground laid Colorless So tired and pale Cold and trembling Later Calm and whisper…

Red neon lights! Red glowing lamps!

The overflow of all shades of red On the snow cover The night I got lost watching the shadows play I was obsessed with madness The bite of my lip The pleasure of pain The fire of Divine passion

Losing Yourself Finding Hypnotic Madness

At the same time the Unbeliever and the Servant of God the Halo as a gift to the sinner of God's judgment



You smell like death. I don't know your name

Are you a fiery fire Or a vision of my trance

Are you an endless nightmare Or a burning desire of my need

And yes, you are not separated Or Separated from me

You are Me and I am You

There is no greater love than love for one's own flesh Arteries, veins

To the hot blood that your heart pumps

Or Maybe that love is an obstacle What does not give freedom to freedom

Eat your own flesh Suck your blood bold bones ..

You will come to your senses then

The train travels On the already prepared track Spark from the wheels Soul through the path of destiny Freedom is expensive You are on the train without a ticket



Nihil Nothing No one

This song doesn't have me

There is no one, no rhyme No people, no life Hope of Existence

I jumped into the beauty of non-existence Fragments of memory taken away Like a leaf in autumn The most beautiful shades of all

In the forest fire I burned Autumn has nothing to kill Spring has nothing to give birth to

In me, only a scream lies Eager for freedom

I dream of the day when I will sing freely

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