Osnivač i idejni tvorac Pozorišta maladih za mlade ANFITEATAR, Vladan Slavković je dugo u Rakiji a kako kaže bio je i njen maneken... Punih 10 godina Festivala, sam sa omladinim, rakijom i par drugara... nije zaboravio Twiter!
Čućete neverovatne stvari o ovom pozorištu koje jedno od dva u Srbiji... videćete Vladana u trencucima istine i ljubavi prema životu, pozorištu i Rakiji... Obavezno pogledajte jer delimo i neke karte. Na krajuVladan priča o predstavama ovogodišnejg jubilarnog Festivala tako da ne možete a da ne postiti bar jednu predstavu... sve su sajne!!!

Rakija i Pozoriše, ali ne bilo kakvo ALTERNATIVNO - ANFITEATAR pozorišni festival mladih za mlade

Black glow of the universe
by the law of mercy and violence
created by images
a glimpse of the divine

Shattered, departed in a thousand forms
crossing the wilderness of the sky
I'm spilling milk from above with
the glorious sound of demise

Stepping into the material 
with the higher demand
Singing of past glory...
it once was and always will be
journey between paths, 
shadows and spirits of the sun

Can you hear distance rumble,
unwitting Youth, Hidden it shines,
ruthless and beautiful
building new shrines
FOR WHOM

Timeless line or imperfection
mask of plural lies
life and will
as the only truth at this time

Thrown into non-existence
where the eyes do not catch the stars
at the bottom of a pit that cannot be filled
rise again, refreshed and wild
behold, a new warrior rides out of it
from monad exiled

VOLFDRAG - Black Glow

VOLFDRAG - Ending

The northern star is rising
with blue strands of light.
Tonight I'm gazing
like a dead whore at the night.

Endless sights,
coins whisper from the ground,
at every side of the road,
traveling eyes want to be found.

Sailing with the silver star in hand,
You can call me a fisherman of men.

Salt in the wind, sand in the hair,
wandering water, restless wild,
The dams hold the cosmic rim
and we slowly sailed in.

Loneliness over the late hour,
the back of fish, the glaring lantern.
Sailors born under graceless names
think that a better life they will earn.

Sailing with the silver star in hand,
You can call me a fisherman of men.

Sailing with the silver star;
tomorrow's gallows stand.

VOLFDRAG - Fisherman Of Man

In the empties of dream,
your pale beauty lay,
absorbs me,
with whispering magic.

Goddess of widespread deception,
I'm sinking in search for eternal stream.

No word, no retention,
aah just moving.
No word, no retention,
aah just moving.

Goddess.....

The forest stares at the approaching slumber,
with a thousand eyes and beaks of the night.
The distant mountain seems to rumble
and lifts itself from the sight.

The eye Of No One
Towers of reality, half-life of memory,
fading in the primordial resonance of space.

Don't try to knock me down,
no one can.
When the time come
you can have the crown,
Aaa...that's a continuum.

We pour out sighs over the faces of the past,
dwells in silence, with Great fear;
hurl the reins, rapture sober;
mountains take you where you are going.

To reveal the present and depth of imagination,
the eternal EGO will be reborn.

The forest stares at the approaching slumber,
with a thousand eyes and beaks of the night.
The distant mountain seems to rumble
and lifts itself from the sight.

The eye Of No One
Towers of reality, half-light of memory,
fading in the primordial resonance of space.

VOLFDRAG - Eye Of No One

Bloodthirsty on the throne,
he is menace on his own,
a cripple's son, repulse light.

Pits of hell,
doctrine of faith,
pale beauty lay...Whore

Here comes Rome,
the now born Whore

Lifeless slimmer,
on corpses crawl,
up from high,
the promised land,
The doctrine of the Faith,
melt your tongue,
iron eagle, iron forge.

Authority assigns primary moral
aligned with a coalition
to broaden the dispute.
New Rome, heretical laws,
Apostasy, hidden by claws

Whore

Eastward on the march,
to torch the fire of iniquity,
absorb wealth with spears of lies,
harlots seed, bloody baptized.

Here comes Rome,
the new born whore

New Rome, heretical laws,
Apostasy, hidden by claws

Lifeless slimmer,
on corpses crawl,
up from high,
the promised land,
The doctrine of the Faith,
melt your tongue,
iron eagle, iron forge.

FUCK OFF

VOLFDRAG - Apostasy

Shadows like a yarn,
burning piece by piece,
falling on the smoking soil,
growing deep.

Lets the age of void rush on,
flesh and soul, soak the iron tools,
fatigue creeps into the darkness,
tall, big, with malice, full.

I hear the wail of the gorges,
it is a path for allies of war,
and the last glimpse of the sleeping depths,
where unveiled death passing thru.

Anvil of death...
Anvil of death...
of death...

Seven trumpets call the gods,
The wind shakes the rustling tide,
all the words fit the shape
of cutting edge.

I sifted the endless sky,
the Absolute, comprehension none.
Oppressed and despair,
becomes fuel for better times.

Anvil of death...
Anvil of death...
of death...

Miry for mounds of man,
from there nights birds, will fly.
Her breasts are shrouded in white,
through which I hear an ancient cry.

Death...
Death...
Anvil of death...

VOLFDRAG - Anvil

Cosmic shroud flickers,
fill the heavens,
with the weep of the beast,
mourning procession departs.

The seed in moist flesh,
sown consciousness rise again,
from darkness the eternal substance
takes shape of a man.

Bring my craving to the goal,
carved by wind and time,
on mountain of creation,
set the fire

Seeking the strength of blood and the divine,
way of the calvary and iron stars,
we are the shape of eternity,
while over the forehead only the milky way ride.

With blood-stained,
descendant of my flesh,
becomes yearning nocturnal.

The will is grown
tall towers have fallen
now when the shame evanish
the supreme being is call me

Fire....

At midnight gate, absolved of sin,
perfection, where soothing oblivion aid,
aimed at conquest, forced to obtain,
before the word was made.

Seeking the strength of blood and the divine,
way of the calvary and iron stars,
we are the shape of eternity,
while over the forehead only the milky way ride.

Bring my craving to the goal,
carved by wind and time,
on a mountain of creation,
set the fire

The will is grown
tall towers have fallen
now when the shame evanish
supreme being is calling

VOLFDRAG - Pristine Fire

VOLFDRAG - Eho

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A Tale From Kraljevo

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german-serbian duo here to produce emotive melodic proghouse


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