…. nothing has changed.
Still I eat dirt and keep my shadow for company.
Year 1204 of the Lord, in August
epitaph no. 6 from Nenad Tasović’s Bosnian Tombstones (1994), p. 6
(...) And when spring comes for who knows what time, my crazed bones too would wish to follow the scent of some old, secret and strange loves.
And that is what my life was like. In my dreams I was like a mountain, in my thoughts like a knight, but in life – a dog.
Do not turn over my stone, for you might see what you too will look like.
On the twentieth day of February, in the year of Our Lord 1165
from epitaph no. 10, p. 7
... and when it rains you cannot understand the way I can, how disappointing it is for a cloud to turn into rain.
Year of the Lord 1174, if I didn't miscount
(...)
And here am I, and when you make yourself believe you're something other than what you are, simply throw a glance at my stone. And the silence will tell you everything.
1429 in the cold month of December, but I am no longer cold
from epitaph no 28, p. 14
And here is Trtisa's stone.
I lived peacefully, praying to God and thinking no evil.
Here where my stone stands, I was killed by lightning.
Why, God?
May the hands that would tear down this stone before I get my answer be cursed and accursed.
In the year of Our Lord 1174
Here lies Sulduk, and the stone had been dedicated by [his] father.
God, give the dream of his soul peace; as for You and I, may we settle the score.
You are Three in one, and I am now alone; but even alone afraid of You Three I'm not.
If injustice is the Will of God, it is my fate to be against God.
Son of man, do not desecrate my son's stone, and may it remain what it is, a testament to God's mistake. Do not ask for the peace of my soul; for my soul cannot find its peace either in this world or the next. Year 1135
... in this endless silence I sense the presence and portent not of God's footsteps, but yours. If this may be God's punishment, then even in this punishment my mad heart finds joy.
excerpt from an unsigned and undated epitaph, p. 24
... for the sky exists so that you could, thinking you're about to leap into eternity, have an easier time leaping into nothing.
excerpt from an unsigned and undated epitaph, p. 24.