Odgovor Jednoj Tanji
ako je plac oblak-suze su kisa
a sunce je osmijeh.
ovde je sada ljeto
a ljeti posle kise dolazi:
-SUNCE-
a mozda se i ti tako zoves.
i ne placi ako pomenem tvoje ime
jer ti si i sunce i osmjeh i TANJA.
poem by Jankovic Zoran
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San O Letu
da on je znao ko mu je tkao
ko mu je tkao carobni sag
on nikad ne bi ni njemu ni sebi
stopalom ljudskim sazido prag
da sunce je znalo sve tajne kobi
sve tajne jednog suncanog sata
reklo bi ne kupi mrve zivota
hajde razuzdaj krilatog ata
da on je htio sna biti dio
on ne bi pio s otrovom svijet
vjecno bi snio vjecno bi snio
da zauvujek bude sa pticom let
1994.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Autumn Boughs-Jesenje Granje
And all those who cross through many a field
Throw the corn clouds up into the sun
They can see the sunflower
growing beyond the strength of the move
A single thought entirely unleashed
Melts with the dawn
The strength swelled of its own stillness
Spills over the waters
The strength bursting in the autumn boughs
2009.
I svi koji prođ u mnoga polja
Oblake od žita u sunce bacaju
Oni vide suncokret
Što nadrasta snagu pokreta
I jedna misao sasvim neobuzdano
Rastač e se svitanjem
I razliva nad vodama
Od stajanja nabrekla
Snaga što puca u jesenjem granju
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Waiting for you /Cekanje na tebe
The midnight toll in the clock
Maybe Sunday maybe never
I spit the pigeon onto my palm
A crying handprint
A second silenced within a hope
Maybe Sunday maybe never
Maybe Sunday maybe never
Cekanje na tebe
Ponoc je kucala u satu
Mozda nedelja mozda nikad
Ispljunut golup na dlanu
Proplakan otisak
Utihnut nadanjem cas
Mozda nedelja mozda nikad
Mozda nedelja mozda nikad
2009.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Nothing (Nafaka)
In which the fullness of being stands
I settle illusions withing
For the sake of evil omens
Not to bloom in spring
Nothing in which I push the questions
In which I settle the answers
For the sake of sense
Not to die out by autumn
Nothing
In which I pour the whiteness
In which I settle the freezing
For the waiting not to melt down at winter
Nothing
In which the sunshine bathes
In which I settle the light
Not to burn myself in summer heat
NISTA u koje staje punoca bica
u njoj nastanjujem privid
uroka radi da se ne prozli
proljecem
nista u koje sazimam pitanja
u njima nastanjujem odgovor
smisla radi da s jeseni
ne uvene
nista u koje sipam bjelinu
u njoj nastanjujem promrzlost
u zimama cekanja da se ne istopi
pahulja
nista u kojem se preliva sunce
u njemu nastanjujem svjetlost
vrelinom ljeta da se ne sprzim
JA
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Where I have ceased/Tamo gdje sam stala
Where I have ceased the morning will move on
I'll recognise the down by the drops of rain
I want to watch the sun as if it were the first time
I want to watch the sky as if it were the last
Where I have ceased the waters will move away
The thought of a dropp will be burnt in endlessness
There will remain a misty memery dewed
Of drinking to the bottom
Where I ceased the life will move on
The roads will be remembered from the fountain prime
I'll write the paths in hundeds of ways
At the bottom of my own eyes
Tamo gdje sam stala nastavice jutro
Po kišnim kapima prepoznacu svitanje
Hocu da gledam sunce kao da je prvi put
Hocu da gledam nebo kao da je posljednji
Tamo gdje sam stala ugasice se voda
Spržice se misao kapi u beskraju
Ostace maglovito zorom orošeno sjecanje
Na ispijanje do dna
Tamo gdje sam stala nastavice život
Sa iskonskog vrela pamtice se putevi
Na sto nacina ispisacu staze
Na dnu sopstvenih ociju
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Moje Ruke
moje ruke ćute
tvoje ruke govore
moje usne stežu riječi
tvoje ruke grče ćutnju
moje oči sklap i znak
tvoje ruke dlan i mrak
moje tijelo kaže
sviće dan
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Financial Guru Suze Orman
Suze Orman writes on financial success,
she helps you create a life of material
and spiritual abundance.
Suze has been on the #1 Bestseller’s list,
I’ve read her book The Courage To Be Rich.
In this book she states you need to have courage
not only to be rich, but also with financial hardship,
She also writes you need to nurture and respect,
respect your money for it will do the same with you.
For money has a real relationship with value.
Now Suze has a lot of wisdom,
She writes also on The Nine Steps To Financial Freedom.
In this book you see where you stand,
Real life situation that she prepares you for and to understand.
Now Suze’s has a show on PBS
it is called The Money Class.
People have paid off their house, and haven’t used
credit cards in 5 years, student wrote and he is sincere.
Suze speaks from the heart, that’s what sets her apart.
So become more financially secure,
read, watch and listen to Suze Orman
for she is real and makes things clear.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on October 5,2011
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Financial Guru Suze Orman
Suze Orman writes on financial success,
she helps you create a life of material
and spiritual abundance.
Suze has been on the #1 Bestseller's list,
I've read her book The Courage To Be Rich.
In this book she states you need to have courage
not only to be rich, but also with financial hardship,
She also writes you need to nurture and respect,
respect your money for it will do the same with you.
For money has a real relationship with value.
Now Suze has a lot of wisdom,
She writes also on The Nine Steps To Financial Freedom.
In this book you see where you stand,
Real life situation that she prepares you for and to understand.
Now Suze's has a show on PBS
it is called The Money Class.
People have paid off their house, and haven't used
credit cards in 5 years, student wrote and he is sincere.
Suze speaks from the heart, that's what sets her apart.
So become more financially secure,
read, watch and listen to Suze Orman
for she is real and makes things clear.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on October 5,2011
www.suzae.com
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Ja nisam gost
ja nisam gost ovom tihom času
kad kiša za mene gorku kapju sprema
ne priznajem pad ni kad postoji zagrljaj
što će me odnijeti rijekama do ušća
i neću kraj kad od ničeg nije
ja hoću tok kretanje smisla
da raširim sjene i kad znanja nema
s njima da se igram i tako pomjerim
grafitu granice zida
ja nisam gost već domaćin kraj dovratka
što pod strehom stanuje od samog početka
na trijemu gdje čeka na stubu oslonjen
i ćutke gleda u noć
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Sexy Rdece Oci
Ostanem hladen c'e mi ukradejo kitaro
c'e me vlec'ejo na kaks'no zafixano zabavo
c'e mi vrtajo v koleno z najbolj grozno napravo
ampak ko vidim tebe postanem mrzel
Ostanem miren c'e mi grozijo s pis'tolo
c'e mi raztres'c'ijo lobanjo z macolo
ostanem miren c'e me utopijo v beton
ampak ko vidim tebe postanem mrzel
Ona ima tako sexy rdec'e oc'i ...
C'e ne bi bil tako cool bi jo raztrgal
c'e ne bi bil tako cool bi jo
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Hod
Hodi tmina čari tmurne
Daha presječenog
Tu je jutrom zora gurne
Od sna nerečenog
Hodi podne nebu sunca
Noći gaze svijetom
Sve pepelno sebe bunca
Sebe zove prvim letom
Hodi čovjek šume guste
Zgazile ga vode
Gdje ga tope suze puste
Tu ga tuge hode
Hodi ptica sinja mora
Hodi nebo oblak tmast
Hodi tmasto do izvora
Da utopi hoda vlast
©Miroslava Odalović
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Udd Chal Tu Kahi Kise Aur Jahaan Me.
udd chal tu kahi kise aur jahaan me...
kuch kar le ise jahan me tu...kuch karle tu ise jahaan me tu....
le chal tu asman me dur kahi....
raste nahi hote asan par muskil bhi nahi hote darmiyan....
chaah kar ruk na na kabhi tu, Na Rukha mod na kabhi tu...
udd chal tu kahi kise aur jahaan me...
ped ki tarha rakh soch tu, bekher kar bhi naya hosla pa tu.
kuch kar le ise jahan me tu...kuch karle tu ise jahaan me tu.
dur sabhi hey lekin dil se taar jode le tu..
udd chal tu kahi kise aur jahaan me..
udd chal tu kahi kise aur jahaan me...
kuch kar le ise jahan me tu...kuch karle tu ise jahaan me tu..
-JAHAAL
poem by Sandeep Jahaal
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The Face Of Pain/Lice Bola
Your face made of а flower
Leaning on a fragile petal
It’s calling in a voice of solitude
The root thirst for shining
Your breathing in faded leaves
Trodden broken
Mere branches of breath
You’re floating with the clouds
Like a pain buried below deception
Your hands in twilight
A shattered embrace
A deflowered touch
Your cheek
A scar
Tvoje lice od cvijeta
Na krhku peteljku oslonjeno
Zove glasom osame
Korijen žedan sjaja
Tvoje disanje u svelom lišć u
Ogaženo lomljivo
Tek granč ica daha
Plutala si oblakom
Ko bol sahranjen pod obmanom
Tvoje ruke u sumraku
Slomljen zagrljaj
Obešč ašć eni dodir
Tvoj obraz
Ožiljak
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Za Spec Edu i Rehabili
potrošiću riječi jer ko dukat zvecka
tvoga znanja dar o draga
veselo zvecka tvoja niska oko vrata
viču tvoja usta bjelasaju zubi
ugriz opit potkovan
konjanikom raskovan
drum od kova ko ujed tvog brata
na grlu svijeta tvoje riječi trag
dolaziš nijema beskrajno usitnjena
na info postolju matricom krunisana
da zoveš me Zemljom planetom virtual
ti kraljica tron tajni ritual
u kom virgo intakta
ostavljena ad acta
pečatim peti čin
testamentom hljebnog okrajka
ja sam ti majka
al ti si kučkin sin
i ti od kraja sazdana kći
po zlu me mlijekom ne pamti
potom vas ne živim moji mili
pozdrav za Spec Edu i Rehabili
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Moje misli tvoje misli
Isprepletene
Moje tvoje misli
Nedorečene
Moje tvoje misli
Samo puke sjene
Misle svoje misli
Bez tebe i mene
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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What Made The Breathing So Soft And So Silent-Ono Što Je Uč İ nilo Disanje Tako Mekanim İ Tako Tihim
when the pillows choked a feather made dream
was the sound of the wells mute to the light of day
their water still dripping right through my hands
not a single dropp could contain the thought
ono što je uč inilo disanje tako mekanim i tako tihim
kad su jastuci ugušili paperjasti san
bješe zvuk bunara nijemih za svjetlost dana
njihova mi voda još teč e kroz šake
nijedna kap nije mogla da uhvati misao
©Miroslava Odalović
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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I do not know what the bird is thinking/Ja ne znam sta ptica mni
I do not know what a bird is thinking
Into the hints-I know the edges-a walk and a step
And a flight pushed away against the sky
A waterfall of ink pushed down into a word
I'm writing a cloud blue beyond the lead of a letter
Tense it stands a naked with a sign a hand of dark
Pushed further by the wind the thirst dies from air
It satiates itself and it hurts a raindrop
The truth of its flight is the truth of today
But the truth of today is not the same tomorrow
Ja ne znam šta jedna ptica mni
U slutnje-ivice poznam-gaz i korak
Spram neba rukom odgurnut let
Vodopad mastila srucenog u rijec
Pišem oblak plavo nad olovnim slovom
Sapet stoji golo znakom rukom tmine
Vjetrom guran dalje žedj vazduhom gine
Samu sebe toli kaplju kiše boli
Istina joj leta istina od danas
Al istina od danas nije ista sutra
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Water traces-Vodeni spomenik
Like a curtain of rain
That the hand will never
Be able to move it away
Not even when the eye opens up a drop
Like pools full of thoughts
Dissolving amidst the fall
A sound of the first thunder
Removed from the cloud
With the lightning the fire in hand
The thought dying alone on the breath
Our breathing it breathes
The islands are painting the waters
The waters are painting the skies
The skies are painting out faces
Are we just- the water traces
Vodeni spomenik
Kao zavjesa od kiše
Što ruka je nikad
S prozora skloniti neće
Čak ni kada oko otvori kapi
Kao bazen prepun misli
Što se rastvara sred pada
S oblaka smaknut zvuk prvog groma
S munjom s vatrom u ruci
Hladna kiša prži mi dah
Na dahu riječ obamrla sama
Našim disanjem diše
Ostrva slikaju vode
Vode slikaju neba
Neba nam slikaju lik
Da li smo samo-vodeni spomenik?
©Miroslava Odalovic
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Child Of God
James Franco, Jim Parrack, Tim Blake Nelson, Ciera Danielle, Scott Haze, Fallon Goodson, Vince Jolivette, Nina Ljeti
from Child Of God (2013)
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For this is the way life always begins/Jer tako uvijek pocinje zivot
The night I took away your blues
To spill it behind you as a sign of good luck
You said- your iris- your iris quivering
It stole a dropp right from a well
To kiss place it on my lower lip
The tip of you fingers
To lightly touch the upper one
To draw them both within a smile
You said- there are teeth behind
Whose bite times ago foretold a mark on your neck
And there's a tongue fear snake
Stumbling upon drunken deceptions
Taking off its sagacity skins incurably
I asked- is love a sickness
Insufficiently recorded in medical documents of slow death
And is your name the fountain of health
The word inexhaustible that the sky said is allowed to drink
And should be drunk three times a day
And on the seventh take some rest from water
You said-yes love is a sickness still
Naively overcome under alchemists' gowns
But our names are the food of health
Bread basic the sky said is to be eaten
The meals of the morn noon and eve each day
And on the seventh the crumbs of unrest
Oversleep in each morsel
For this is how each life begins
One noći kad sam ti uzela plavetnilo
Da ga ko vodu za sreću za tobom prospem
Reče-tvoja zjena-tvoja zjena treperava
Kap iz bunara ukrala je
Na donu usnu poljpcem da je stavi
Gornju lagano ovori
Vrhom prstiju obje u osmjeh iscrta
Reče- iza su mi zubi
Kojima ujed jednom davno
Obreče trag na tvome vratu
I jezik što strahom zmijom zapliće obmane pijane
I košuljice mudrosti skida neizlječivo
Pitah- da li je ljubav bolest uvijek nedovoljno zapisana
U medicinskim spisima laganog umiranja
I ime tvoje jeli zdijenac zdavlja
Nepresušna riječ što nebo reče da pitka je
Da piti je treba tri puta na dan
A sedmog se od vode odmoriti
Reče- da ljubav je bolest
Još uvijek naivno preboljevana
Pod ogrtačima alhemičara
A imena naša hrana su zdravlja
Hljen nasušni što nebo reče za jesti je
Obroke jutra podneva večeri svakoga dana
A sedmog mrve svog nemira
U svakom zalogaju prespavati
Jer tako uvijek počinje život
©Miroslava Odalović
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