Dejan Stojanovic

(March 11,1959 / Pec, Kosovo (the former Yugoslavia))

Sounds of Life and Love


Love: Which is more important: Love or life?
Life: Without life, there would be no love.

Love: But without love, life would have no meaning.
Life: True, but life gives birth to love.

Love: And what gives birth to life?
Life: Life gives birth to itself.

Love: Nothing gives birth to itself automatically,
There must be some cause, a reason or an action.

Life: Life is without any cause.
Love: If life is without a cause, then it is without a purpose.

Life: The purpose of life is life.
Love: No, the purpose of life is love.

Life: You must be born to exist.
Without life, there is nothing.

Love: Life is nothing growing from unborn love.
You just don't understand.

Submitted: Friday, January 22, 2010
Edited: Thursday, August 11, 2011

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