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Slaven Trebovac was born on November 30, 1977, in Prijedor (Bosnia and Herzegovina). He graduated in philosophy at the Faculty of Philosophy in Belgrade. The work was published in a shortened version in the journal Krajina Banjaluka (Bosnia and Herzegovina) in September 2010, under the same name and read on Radio Belgrade, Third program. He also graduated in physiotherapy at VMŠ Prjijedor. He is the author of texts: – “Milk” read on Radio Belgrade, Third Program, 2008. – “Epic communication structures in Brecht’s play OPERA FOR THREE GROSSES”, (in preparation for publication, paper read on Radio Belgrade – Third Program, June 2014), – “Educational Discrediting of Prejudice” (Radio Belgrade, Third Program) -“Continuity of truthfulness in the work of Bajram Redžepagić – philosophical lyrics in Poetics” The Impossible is Possible”-“Balkan Don Quixote and the Knight of Faith” – “Records from the Underground, by Dostoevsky”, Rdio Belgrade, Third program, 2021. – “Dialectics and teleology in the film “Evil Souls” by Andrzej Wajda, Radio Belgrade, Third Program in 2021 Reviews: – Nikola Dakić/Danilo Topić, “Sonnets”, – Stefan Simić “Return to man”, Mirko Emerik Šafranić “Records of the soul” He completed his master’s degree at the Faculty of Dramatic Arts (FDU) in Belgrade (Serbia). in 2013. He is a member of the Society of Writers of Belgrade, the Culture of Dreams from Zagreb, and the Aesthetic Society of Serbia. As a student, he acted in the Cedubal Theater in Banja Luka (2001), in Akademski the Branko Krsmanović Theater in Belgrade (2006-2012), and the Dadov Theater. Played in plays: “Hamlet”, “The Seagull”, “Only for Lovers in Robbery”, “Picasso’s Rooster”, “Waiting for the Ninth”, “Suicide”, “Scaffold” etc. For the role of Dorn in the play “The Seagull”, he received an award for acting at the Festival of experimental theater. He played in films for children: “Hands”, “Deep in the forest”, “Kidnapping” (directed by Zoran Radonjić) and in the feature film Falsifikator (director: Goran Marković, 2012), as well as in the series “Good morning neighbor”, “I don’t care” (author: Pero Špadić) On 21.11.2022, in the “Alte Rathaus” in Vienna, he performed the monodrama “Sopranissimo” (based on the work of Mika Vlacović Vladisavljević), dedicated to the famous opera singer Olivera Miljaković. In August 2023, he will play in the play “Potkožni sjever”, and the play “Tutankhamun” is being prepared (Both plays are performed at the Children’s Theater DIS, Banjaluka, Bosnia and Herzegovina). He writes poetry. He wrote the books “To the Penitents before the Awakening”, Društvo književnika Belgrade, 2020 and “Logic hearts”, Culture of dreams, Zagreb, 2022. New collections of poetry and short stories are also being prepared. The winner is the award, of which the following stand out: – “Excellence of poetry in the world” at the World Poetry Championship – Campionatul Mondial de Poetry (Bucharest) -Award for special achievement in the field of world literature at the Odyssey Festival (CrajovaRomania), -Award for commitment to preserving culture and humanity “Munir Mezjed Foundation” 2019, -First prize for haiku poetry “Planetopia 2020”, – International Grand Prix for poetry “Literatopia 2020.” Skopje. – Special award in Tunisia – “Universal Icon of Poetry 2021”, for significant contribution to global poetry, Texas, USA – The MILI DUELI award (Jajce 2022) for the promotion of international dialogue through of poetry, a contribution to world peace, and for the achieved placement at the contest in the competition of 739 poets from 52 countries of the world, grand finalist – top 30 (8th place) – Critics Award, Citta del Galateo, Antonio de Ferraris, Rome, Italy 2022. in 2019. He entered the anthology of world poetry with the song “Mladima i budnim”, and then in more two world anthologies. He is currently employed as a professor of the philosophy group of subjects at the gymnasium in Prijedor. Lives in Prijedor.
WORDS OF MUSIC
Never the same, the words –
Some as echo of a broad soul,
some growing on the tree of beings
feeding the will, and some unwhole.
Obscure some are, with words of pledge
flawlessly they’re luring you as a friend
Only blooming richly for themselves with
Circle of lies, deceptions, in order to bend.
Waking you up, the rooster’s song
magical soprano of a nightingale’s chant,
Then, a loyal barking and a whining serf
So often the only closeness grant.
And a willow fulfilling the music of the air
The scattered pollen, the waltz is forming
Yet, to acacia’s leaf, something is missing
The scent of a breeze and its performing.
You better moan when the tooth so corrupt
Is loosing its roots in the house of mouth,
Or with a lips of silence you’re gonna hurt
All fraternal hearts, deserted throughout-
The burden’s act of chaining the whiff of
speech whose sigh doesn’t expansion the chest.
From the Antarctica where the fingers freeze
bigger are the icebergs of a tempers suppressed.
Melting the ice on top of a loud silence
With a tone of the beginning, then and again!
The God’s son didn’t die without a voice-
The words are not ours in vain.
Poem by Slaven Trebovac
Translated and adopted by Dragana Simic
MY POLARIS
Your secret beyond the shivers
Like a sources of a powerful rivers,
Your’e a silent emerald of an isolation
Among the darkening scrolls, perfection.
Overpowered in a tone of twilights
Domesticated you are by the heights.
The fairy pearl, cosmos is pouring,
The Heart-sing, the nights-coloring.
Nor Sirius, nor Canopus
Polaris’s its an opus.
Nesting in my blood, you are
Closer then the closest star.
I understand the universe…
You alone have the light, against
All these darkness, worlds incensed.
Written by: Slaven Trebovac
Translated and adaptated by: Dragana Simic
IN THE FORT OF SIGHS
Absent you are
As is the painting filling a frame, with a smooth
Cheek on my palm dressed in your name.
Absent you are
The black of your eye imparting,
With a wawe and a flow, overwhelming.
Absent you are
Unseen, not even in the blue rebellious dawn
Which for a light with darkness has fought, now a foregone.
And the nightingale is departing the window
And the silence tone, raising my awareness
As if the strain without its ode is alive
As if the thought is a page of a calendar.
Now, while the cold needle of loneliness is stabbing me
A sip of a fervent memory is the seed of bitterness.
Every moment surface as a deep heartbreak.
Your’e echoing in my silence as a march of outgoing warriors
Pouring your smiles with a morning coffee,
Daily, you are, quiet and inseparable friend,
The click of a clock in a foreign and so long a night.
And the wine that does not thirst for a drink.
And the path of salvation in the thick fog.
Only the sighs again from the past are defending
Every touch, worm of all your proximities.
Heavy they are, the movements, steps tired,
But with you alone,
Only with you they know
To speak by breathing,
To live and last.
Written by: Slaven Trebovac
Translated and adaptated by: Dragana Simic
