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Snowy clouds drift across the sky, the sun pierces through the dense wall of whiteness in the boy's.....
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Snowy clouds drift across the sky, the sun pierces through the dense wall of whiteness in the boy's eyes. Little hands reach for the heights, the soul's desire for the traveling clouds to stop even for a moment, to embrace, caress, and whisper to them a secret wish. The sun caresses the illuminated face, rosy cheeks, the wind plays with the long dark brown hair, touching the red lips that whisper desires from afar. Leaping towards the sky, the rush of moccasins on the snowy carpet, giggles, little hands embracing the wind carrying a message of love from afar on the wings of a verse of a beautiful blue fairy who breathes with love for the moment when she will stroke the long hair of the little one with soft and bronzed skin, pinching his tenderest cheeks, entwining with gentle white hands two little pigtails. Through her sea eyes, the soul desires to gaze into his eyes, the gentlest of dark nights of an endless prairie. The touch of imagination with the long fingers of the fairy with red lips of the little boy, the fire that burns to the sky as they dance carefree and smiling around it, and their eyes follow the colorful sparks...
Line by line, a voice trembling with emotions causes the clouds to pause, the soul lowers the clouds into the boy's lap, and the desires of love color the sun with purple warming and coloring the child's cheeks. Smile to smile, soul to soul. The boy knows, he knows the fairy loves him, and she will come to him again on the wings of imagination and love, in the whisper of the wind, with the awakening of dawn, through the veins of the day, to the first flickers of night. Little Lakota waits, waits for the white fairy, and the white fairy with the song and love of the soul is closer to him.
Race down the prairies of Srećko's freedom, that's the name the fairy gave him, a race of joy, innocence, and love, a race that doesn't end until they meet at the borders of heaven and earth, imagination and reality.

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. Marina Matić
    Marina Matić07.04.2024.

    Predivna priča. Bravooooo 🥰🥰🥰

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