A great man is one who collects knowledge the way a bee collects honey and uses it to help people overcome the difficulties they endure - hunger, ignorance and disease!
- Nikola Tesla
Remember, remember always, that all of us, and you and I especially, are descended from immigrants and revolutionists.
- Franklin Roosevelt
While their territory has been devastated and their homes despoiled, the spirit of the Serbian people has not been broken.
- Woodrow Wilson
After the Belgrade period he established his practice in London, UK for the next 20 years. In 2009 he relocated to USA where he lives and work at the present. He has exhibited extensively in solo and group exhibitions trough out Europe and USA, completed many public art projects and his works are held in numerous corporate and private collections.
Source: Official Web Site
Over the years, Ivana has been performing as a lead singer, choir director and vocal arranger, contributing her artistry on tours, seminars and music projects around the world.
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The first bilingual edition translations of poems in French of this prince of Serbian poetry. These translations of poems Dučić meet two objectives: to publicize the work of the poet to Francophone readers and pay tribute to both the Serbian language Dučić and French language to which the great poet and Petar Bubreško were passionately attached. This book is dedicated to Leposava Bubreško (1923-2013) professor Bubreško’s wife who wanted so much this work to be published.
Publishers: Sebastian Press, Vidoslov, and Metokhia
216 pages, soft bound, published in 2015, price $15
Песме Јована Дучића
На француски језик превео проф. др Петар Д. Бубрешко
Ова књига је посвећена Лепосави Бубрешко (1923-2013), супрузи професора Петра Д. Бубрешка, која је толико желела да ово дело изађе на светлост
Саиздавачи: Видослов, Требиње и Metokhia, Paris
ПОЕЗИЈА
Мирна као мрамор, хладна као сена,
Ти си бледо тихо девојче што снева.
Пусти песма других нека буде жена,
Што по нечистим улицама пева.
Ја не мећем на те ђинђуве са траком,
Него жуте руже у те косе дуге:
Буди одвећ лепа да се свиђаш сваком,
Одвећ горда да би живела за друге.
Буди одвећ тужна са сопствених јада,
Да би ишла икад да тешиш ко страда,
А чедна, да водиш гомиле што нагле.
И стој равнодушна, док око твог тела,
Место китњастог и раскошног одела,
Лебди само прамен тајанствене магле.
