Play about Sol (two scenes)


Three suns
Were born
On the boats traversing the sky.
A lavish breakfast
They craved,
A great sacrifice,
The golden eyes of time.
A lavish breakfast
They craved,
Before breakfast
They darkened.


… (On the top of the building across there is a small child. With poison arrows he is killing the clouds. On the street, the undead celebrate, on the street, there is a streetlight and metal garbage can…)
Sol: (He is knocking on the door)
Hirona: (Just a voice) Who is it?
Sol: Sol.
Hirona: Who?
Sol: Sol.
Hirona: (She looks through the small opening on the door) That is a stupid name!
Sol: (Surprised)
Hirona: (She opens the door) I am Hirona.
Sol: (He is hiding his tears)
Sol: God…
… (The garbage can on the corner was totally crashed by a machine that fall from the sky. The can is bleeding…)
Sol: …damn.
Hirona: This is for you, an umbrella.
Sol: Thank you.
… (Hirona closes the door. On the street it is snowing and everything is quiet…)
Sol: (He is knocking on the door)
(No answer)
Sol: Beautiful…
(The streetlight is off)
Sol: (He is knocking on the door)
(The streetlight is on)
Hirona: Who is it?
Sol: You forgot…
(Small white flowers are growing from the blood of the garbage can…)
Sol: … your face.
Hirona: I am sorry. I am really lost these days.
Hirona: Thank you.
Sol: Hmmm. (He is thinking)
(Still snowing)
Sol: You know, I am looking for the Third street.
Sol: I am caring…
(He is putting down the frozen bird from his head)
Sol: (tired) … a gift.
(He seats on the street)


… (He learned that the music heals all the wounds)
Sol: (He is walking on а narrow path) The frozen desert is behind this park. The shadows and sculptures of this ice age are dancing. The clouds have covered the sky…
Sol: Someone has closed all the winds in the glass bottle and they are in the future.
Sol: (He seats under an old frozen tree) Damn…
Sol: I was seating in front of the door, too long.
Sol: I saw.
Sol: No one.
Sol: Suddenly music.
Sol: Some child killed the cloud.
Sol: One day.
Sol: The spring will come.
Sol: One day.
Sol: (He is playing the flute)
(From nowhere the crows appeared to listen to the music. Few old and wounded people also came to the bridge)
Sol: (He is playing the flute)
(The music stopped)

Take a
And put it
In your eye.
Take a
From the eyes of the
Frozen figures.
Take a
From the eyes
Of the sick and the wounded.


… (They have locked the sun in the cage above the bridge)
The Kid: Why?
Sol: It is too cold.
Sol: You rush too much, Kid…
(It throws the bait…)
Sol: The people should be happy.
Sol: Hide now.
(They are hiding behind one aluminum can)
Sol: Shhh…
(Countless colorful butterflies are arriving from everywhere. Who can resist freshly prepared flowers?)
Sol: Now.
(The net killed half of the butterflies)
Sol: Take my red scarf.
The Kid: (It puts the scarf)
Sol: Good bye.
(He puts a bridle on one butterfly)
Sol: (Waves)
(The Kid flies away on the butterfly)
Sol: (Looks att the broken wings on the ground) What a mess.
(Someone jumped from the bridge)
Sol: (Sadly) What a mess.
Sol: (He closed his eyes)
Sol: (Few tears rolled in his hand. He opened his umbrella.)
(Dead butterflies fall from the sky)
Sol: You know. The butterflies live three days.
Sol: Then, they live three more.
(It starts to snow)
Sol: The unlucky ones.
Sol: (A bloody tear drops from his eye)
Sol: They like the light.
Sol: Hand.
Sol: Wool glows.
Sol: It is terribly cold.
Sol: (He straightens her body up) Wool hat.
Sol: Wonderful.
Hirona: (She opens the eyes) I am Hirona.
Sol: I am Sol.
Hirona: (Looking at the dead butterflies) That is a stupid name.
Hirona: I have never seen so colorful creatures.
Sol: (He gives her one butterfly) You have to be hungry.
Hirona: Thank you.
(The streetlights smiled in the pearls on her necklace)
Sol: I am not hungry.
(Her shadow travelled away in the pearls on her necklace…)

The sky cursed bitterly
At the colorful butterflies
The sky cursed bitterly
For ten nights

They killed three stars
Three evening stars.

Note: I will slowly translate my old play about Sol. Click here to read this play in Macedonian.

Categories: 30, writings Tags: , , | By Todor | November 22, 2010 @ 11:35 pm

Додека небото сивее

Додека небото сожалуваше,
додека небото сивееше,
тој чекори повторно
покрај оградата
каде всушност никој не поминува.
Си игра со жиците
до песната за есента.
Додека небото сивее.

Categories: 30, написи Tags: , , | By Todor | @ 11:11 pm

While the skies are grey

While the sky was grey,
He walks again
Along the fence
Where no one really passes,
He plays with the wires
Playing a song to the autumn,
While the sky is grey.

Categories: 30, writings Tags: , , | By Todor | November 18, 2010 @ 2:24 am




17-10-2008: On the 22nd of October in 14.00h Todor Stojanovski will hold a presentation in the municipality of Aerodrom in Skopje about sustainability and development.

25-10-2008: The lecture in the municipality was published on the webpage of the municipality of Aerodrom

01-01-2009: Happy New Year!

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17-10-2008: Nа 22-ри октомври во 14.00 часот Тодор Стојановски ќе одржи предавање во општината за одржлив развој и за можностите за долгорочен одржлив развој на општина Аеродром.

25-10-2008: Информација за предавањето за одржлив развој и за можностите за долгорочен одржлив развој на општина Аеродром беше објавено на веб страницата на општина Аеродром.

01-01-2009: Среќна Нова Година!

30-04-2009: Пристигнаа овласувањата на Лепа Стојановска и Тодор Стојановски.

01-01-2010: Среќна Нова Година!

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