The wind blew off mu tears…

… as a magistrate

I stood over the fair

I look at the motion from beyond

… only to sarry on alone … while deep down

I call out, Eumelos, Polimnastos,


Mimnermos, Archiloshos

I dig into my own roots as a rooster

To bury the Topos

Of their visible protruding


I create it

The Fair – a sale of sick actions

Aishilles Sophocles Euripides

Hazardous hymns of Wind

With brimfuel eyes

I unearth

The Topos

David Ninov, The song beyond song, Anthology of contemporary macedonian poetry, Stremez, 1997