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I told the sun all secrets. In the moonlight's glow, I banished all truths that cage this world,.....
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FREED

FREED

     I told the sun all secrets. In the moonlight's glow, I banished all truths that cage this world, washed my face in the freedom of distant stars, now I walk liberated. Poetry has illuminated the streets bound by the darkness of restraint that beats within people who wander paths without imagination, without ideals, without desire for change and freedom, wilderness, and eternity that liberates from all restraints and urges for survival of those who diligently work, spinning in the circle of the sameness of stale life, accepting reality as the only path, not desiring to change it, not burning with the fire of creating something new, pure, true, and timeless.
     Art slides through my soul, lips uttering verses of the night that with its whispers of silence tightens the flood of steps of those who go but do not reach anywhere. The song yearns for all the lights of life tonight to merge into one sigh, into a wave of the purest emotions liberated from the barriers of false civility and shyness that restrict and confine the sparks of creation to burst forth on the liberated path of poetry towards the deep blue slumbering sky, awakening the eternity of the Universe to streak the heights with the light of a thousand candles pure and in the madness of courage, passionate, unrestrained, and defiant rivers of chests that sing for all dreamers and those who leave eternal traces of art with their transient bodies, immortal warmth, and kindness of the soul on pavements liberated from the weight of vanity of petty and small sins of those who do not see, do not hear, do not know how to recognize and respect the Gift and selflessness of the purest and brightest words of dreamers, who create and dream through the fog and clarity of the reality of life, and through the labyrinths and unknown and known paths of dreams.
     The fixed images of the day in memories cut through the secrets of the night, the blade is in me, the edge is in you, we will tear down the curtain of the restraints of helpless cries of ignorance and misunderstanding to illuminate the world with poems that are and will be liberated inscriptions of pure souls, for all who are, who will come, for the eternal and inexhaustible source of poetry and art.
     I washed my face in the freedom of distant stars, You, most holy children of poetry, now I walk on the waves of creation and freedom grateful for every verse that disperses the darkness.

         Igor Tintor

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Igor Tintor was born in Belgrade in 1979. He is a member of the Association of Writers of Serbia, the Association of Writers of Serbia, the Association of Serbian Writers in the Homeland and the Diaspora. So far, he has published five lyrical collections of poetry: "Dreams from Reality," "Two Sides of the Medal," "Nomad Poems," "Dislocation," "Faces of Love" from 2009 to 2013 for USKOR, as well as the drama-lyrical epic "Repentance" in 2015. In the same year, he released the historical epic "The Fall of Constantinople" and the two-book "Dramolets" and "Nameless." His next work is published by IP Prosveta, titled "Poetry of Life and Death" in 2016. Then, IP Prosveta publishes his novel "The Path of Blindness" in 2018. In 2021, IP Prosveta publishes a collaborative work with the prose and poetic creator Marina Matić titled "One," followed by poetry collections "Marina," "Indivisible," "You Eternal Love," and "Before God and Before You," in the same year. He lives and works as a freelance artist in his hometown.
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  1. Božidar Mirković
    Božidar Mirković06.04.2024.

    Predivno sagledavanje kroz prizmu poetike ispunjeno introspekcijom i izražava duboku vezu sa prirodom i univerzalnim temama slobode i stvaranja.

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