A leaf of hope
Between the being and memory
A memo's hit against a human
And the crumbs of waiting
Between the foreboding and the first darkness
Like a shadow
Alone with the burden of silence
Between the morning and awakening
Star-like he carries the cross
A leaf of hope
Travka nadanja
Izmedu bica i sjecanja
O covjeka razbi se pomen
I truni cekanja
Izmedju slutnje i prve tmine
Ko sjenka
Sam s teretom tišine
Izmedu jutra i nudenja
Zvjezdano nosi svoj krst
Travka nadanja
1994.
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how do you fill the hours (Nafaka)
with moments of hope
just a shadow in the wake
in thoughts you’re followed
by traces of infliction
a prey for the hawks
when all the waitings grasp
the pendulums of falls
the moment slips away
cime punis sate
trenucima nadanja
u cekanju ostace sjen
mislima te prate
tragovi stradanja
za orlove plijen
kad cekanja shvate
klatna od padanja
isklizne tren
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Nosi me kamen
Nosi me kamen zemljom oko vrata
S kamenom rođen već sam teret svijeta
Sezamska ćutnja sopstvenih vrata
S pticom u kamenu bez krila i leta
Ulaskom survan prevrnut tas
Dok oboje nas ne stigne čas
Prevage svjetla tmine
Ili nas
Nosi me kamen zemljom oko vrata
Nosi me uzbrdo odronom slomljen
Visinom do eha što odriče ga glas
Do vrha grla zapet težak nijemo sklonjen
Dok oboje nas ne stigne čas
Prevage svjetla tmine
Ili nas
Nosi me kamen a ja nosim nijemost
Nosi me kamen a ja riječi nosim
Nosi me kamen težak kao riječi
Nosi me kamen a ja pusta golemost
Od kamena bolestan kamenom se liječim
Spomenom što ga od kamena prosim
Dok oboje nas ne stigne čas
Prevage svjetla tmine
Ili nas
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A Bit Of Sense
a bit of sense in your shoes
walk earth in the trace of blues
the step of fear and the first of silence
malo smisla u cipele
hodaj zemljo tragom plave slutnje
korakom bojazni i prve slutnje
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The Story Of Seven Sages-Prica O Sedam Mudraca
millions of breathings in an anxious breath
seven sages were given
seven drops of waiting
seven drops of hope
seven sages were given
three warm kisses
three gentle touches
seven sages were given
and one though only in endless admiration
Inexpressibility fingers sculptured life
mirijade disanja u tjeskobi daha
sedmorici mudraca neko je dao
sedam kapi čekanja
sedam kapi nadanja
sedmorici mudraca neko je dao
tri topla poljupca
tri meka dodira
sedmorici mudraca neko je dao
i samo jednu misao u beskraju divljenja
sedmorici mudraca neko je da
Život je izvajan prstima Neizrecivosti
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If you want...
If you want a human to disappear
Plant an ape into an evolution tree
Ako hocete da zatrete covjeka
Posadite majmuna u drvo evolucije
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Moja Jutra
Moja jutra su jutra
Jutra moga sutra
Tu svićem tu zanoćim
Ponoćno dišem
Tešku tminu raznosim
Zvijezdama je brišem
Moja jutra su jutra
Jutra moga sutra
Tu svjetlošću puta
Hranim sive gladi
Stojim nesvrgnuta
Gdje riječ mi se gradi
Moja su jutra
Jutra moga sutra
Bjelinomispisuju
Noći tihe magle
Plavim ispisuju
Što ruke su takle
Teret jedne strasti
U osvitu pjene
Jutrom ću potkrasti
Sopstvene zjene
Da svako bijelo prividom gine
Zlatom se optoči i suncem sine
U znak moga jutra
U jutro moga sutra
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Twilight/Primrak
open your eyes for the Twilight
look there comes down the whole presence
to be in silence
an omnipresent non-thought and beyond-pain
in the first centuries
for ever and ever
that was the light of Heavenly Darkness
otvori oci za Primmrak
pogledaj nishodi vaskolika prisutnost
da budeš u cutanju
sveprisutna ne-misao i nad-bol
u prvih vjekova
za vjeke vjekova
to svjetlost Božanske Tmine bi
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do not leave the earthly notes (Nafaka)
under the treetops
there’s a law of memory
turning it into a dream
there’s a law of dreaming
turning it into a shadow
there’s a law of time
turning it into a pale moment
ne ostavljaj pod krosnjama
zapise zemljane
po zakonu sjecanja
od njih ostace san
po zakonu sanjanog
od njih ostace sjen
po zakonu vremena
samo blijedi tren
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Even Though I Plan To Cheat On The Astrologist
there's a foreboding of a life being too short
to spend on a daily mercy killing
of things that life is made of
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Poetry Music
I think I know what you mean.
Like focused emotion
expressed through a particular rhythm,
temporal art just like poetry,
every word carries the world
just like every accord carries one.
Nice thoughts, I hope I got them right.
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Start the flight
Dwell within a broken bread
Warm and fragrant among your fingers
The sound of its crust cracking
Give the winged crumbs to the birds
Feed the world with yourself
Bitten by the hunger of the sky
Eaten by the restlessness of the body
Start the flight
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Go out, it is cold.
If you don’t remember how I used to kiss you
Take a look at the willows by the road
Whispering behind your steps
Unheard awakening with the hands by you
The touches made hand printed into your oblivion
Take a look at the waves breaking
A name rock chiseled on the threshold of love
And at the foam that used to kiss your feet
Take a look at the door opening
That thirsty for your steps stood waiting for so long
And at the doormat that so often you stepped on
There are the traces of my warmth underneath
A welcome that I am saving from you
Go out, it is cold.
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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
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Pola
istine na zemlji od čovjeka tek pola
pola života tragamo za njom
drugu polovinu bježimo od nje
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Mark me alive
Mark me alive the witness to the crime of silence.
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Superstitious?
a stairway to heaven
turned into the ladders
under which nothing must walk
waiting for a four leaf clover
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A stratum thought
A stratum thought to a single mind
Bestowed below u sunshine beam
A gliding endless down the streams
Of light-there with you I dined
I could never forget the feast
The craving and the heart
Beating below again to rise
You told me I was my own queen
In a pack of cards a cardboard star
I told you I was a star never seen
By a horseman hooved to ride so far
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Painfully naked/Bolno razgolicena
Painfully naked
The wings of a dove
It took silence to understand as
Wordless it stood
Deeply meditating
Care caressing the air
Peace seeking paloma
Drawn in careful shades
Black grey white
Still sustaining
The whole flight
Frozen caught in a move
Bolno razgolić ena
Krila golubice
Trebalo je tišine da bi se shvatila
Jer
Bez riječ i je stajala
Duboko zamišljena
Brigom milujuć i vazdug
Paloma što traži mir
Iscrtana pažljivim sjenama
Crno sivo bijelo
Mirna hraneć i
Cjelokupan let
Smrznuta uhvać ena u pokretu
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Mit o postanku zla
I sotona rece:
'Neka bude laž! '
I bi laž.
Skrila se u kamenju
Pa sa visina sipa.
I sotona rece:
'Nek licemjerja bude! '
I bi licemjerje.
Skrilo se u rijecima
I ceka da progovori.
Pokrilo se paucinom
I pauke hrani.
Od samog sebe se skrilo.
I sotona rece:
'Nek otrova bude! '
I otrova bi.
Šejtani ga iz olujnog daha
Vitlajuc macem prosuli.
Nataložio se na zemlji
I njenim tokovima tece.
Skrio se u krvi.
I sotona rece:
'Da bude mržnja! '
I bi mržnja.
Prštala na sve strane
Kao krv koja ne može da se zgruša.
Šapama trigova hodala
Pa se i ona pod mahovinom
Na sjeveru lednom skrila.
I sotona rece:
'Neka bude covjek! '
I bi covjeka.
U laži i licemjerju se skrio
Otrovom ga mržnja ko mlijekom dojila.
Pirat se skrio u jedra umotan.
I bi covjeka
U zvijerima se skrio.
I sotona tece:
'Da misli da me nema! '
Ali tako ne bi
Bješe mu laž u pocetku rijeci.
Napisano 1989. rekonstruisano 2012-02-06.
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The beginning of mountains
this is how silences wedded me
in the drums aflame I was beating
deaf for the voice which
coming from the wind
leafs out the ends of autumns
pulls the strings of the sky
where it is enough to live
on an accord of a lonely breath
in the corner of the words squatted
a voice was praying
a leaf cut off from the autumn gown
sewed the edges of all the seasons
hit the universe forehead
against the cold soil of waiting
its echo my bridegroom
hand in hand we winged are
a painfully delivered beginning of mountains
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