At the place where the darkness burnt out
the whip of your love
opened the wounds ripe for the blood
the bitterness of your lips
it opened the thought for a death
it's easier to die
that drawn the touch of your pain
into the fire of darkness
tamo gdje je izgoreo mrak
bič tvoje ljubavi
rane otvara za smrt
tvojih usana pelin
misao otvara za smrt
umrijeti je lakše
no dodir tvog bola
u požar tmine uroniti
2009.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Fire forever (Nafaka)
the rings of fire I’ll throw into the sky
let the twilight burn let it burn the night
the fires of souls down the river flow
fire and yesterday fire and tomorrow
fire forever
the thought of fire I’ll burn under my fingers
let the breath into the chains into the chains
let there be a fire
let there be a darkness
the morning in chains let it burn
hundreds of bracelets decorate the hands
what you can hear is the sound of their ashes
let them butn the touches into the dust
big fires upon the horizon
the fire of dawn
the fire of twilight
the fire of midnight
fire forever
and just two tiny earings of pain
on the ears to remain like little flames
cracking listening
for everything to go away
within a red memory
fire forever
and two tiny earings of pain
beyond a dusty curse in eternity to meet
let them burn in touch let them burn in passion
for everything broken in suffering to go away
fire forever
vatra zauvijek
prstenja od vatre u nebesa bacicu
da gori sumrak da gori noc
pozari dusa niz velike rijeke neka poteku
vatra i juce vatra i danas vatra i sutra
vatra zauvijek
pod prstima sprzicu misao vatre
u lance u lance neka ide dah
neka bude pozar
neka bude mrak
neka sagori u okovima jutro
narukvica sto neka kiti ruke
to sto zvecka pepeo je njihov
zvukom da sagore dodiri do praha
pozari veliki na horizontu
pozar svitanja pozar sumraka pozar ponoci
vatra zauvijek
i dvije male mindjuse od bola
na usima neka ostanu ko plamicak
od svjetla neka se sastavi
slusanje pucketanje
da nestane sve u crvenom sjecanju
vatra zauvijek
i dvije male mindjuse od bola
nad urokom od praha neka se sastave u vjecnost
dodirom neka sagore strascu da se sprze
da nestane sve patnjom satrveno
vatra zauvijek
velika vatra prociscenja
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Kroz duplje svemira
Progledana svitanjem
Misao beskraja tutnji
U srcu stoji žena sa kosom
U srcu stoji žena i njena smrt
Na ivici leptira
S nožem ko s pitanjem
Sa rezom u ćutnji
Cvijetom stiče smrt
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
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The night of mine (Nafaka)
like a pale cracking shadow of the Moon, my night
like a thought of an infinity below a starlit arch, my night
like a murmur of distant lonely silences, my night
like a breathing dying out under the pillow of pain, my night
like an evening star trown into a well, my night
like an abyss of heigths being silenced by the bottom, my night
like shivering of hours at the edge of the knife, my night
like windy wings in unspreadness, my night
like a whisper cut off from the quivering lips, my night
like fingers weaving the webs of the reveiled, my night
like a dawn of darkness, my night
kao blijedilo iskricave sjenke Mjeseca
noc moja
kao misao beskraja pod zvjezdanim svodom
noc moja
kao vreva dalekih usamljenih tisina
noc moja
ko minulo disanje pod jastukom od bola
noc moja
kao vecernja zvijezda spustena u bunare
noc moja
kao sunovrat u visine sto ih cuti dno
noc moja
kao treperenje sati na ostrici noza
noc moja
kao klepet leprsavih krila u nesklopljenosti
noc moja
kao sapat otkinut sa uzdrhtalih usana
noc moja
kao prsti koji pletu mreze razotkrivenosti
noc moja
kao svitanje tmine
noc moja
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Picaro turns her face towards the sun
…chameleon like chiseled in a rock rock chained pours the rainbow colours the silent sky reflections where to think is if I was a tree I would turn my leaves to you so that you can mirror yourself in the streams of written currents if I were a butterfly I would turn my wings to you so that you can wing yourself in warmth from the hands an embrace to you if I had hands I would repeat the digging up of the wells which your light has not as yet reached if I was the light I would be faster than a thought if I had a thought from you I would make it a gift to the face cut in years towards death if I had a face I would not be a picaro of self an unoverstepped hurdle at the threshold of an entrance…I’ve got nothing.
Pikaro okreć e lice ka suncu
...kameleonski uzidan u stijenu stijenom rpikovan preliva dugine boje tihe odraze neba gdje misliti je da sam drvo okrenula bih lice ka tebi da se ogledaš u potocima ispisanog toka da sam leptir okrenula bih krila ka tebi da se raskriliš toplinom od ruku zagrljaj da imam ruke ponovila bih kopanja bunara gdje svjetlost tvoja stigla nije da sam svjetlost bila bih brža od misli da imam misao od tebe poklonila bih je licu što mu godine urezuju smrt da imam lice ne bih bila pikaro sopstva nepreskoč ena prepreka na pragu ulaska...Nemam ništa.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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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
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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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
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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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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Entertain Me, Death / Zabavi Me, Smrti
‘Entertain me’ he shatteredly said,
‘I am a tired king dying
Just a heartbeat away from nothing
Bring me the fool the death to juggle
The boredom is biting my lips
The scorn so dumb is choking me.’
And the fool came
Yes, the fool will always be the fool
He rolled his eyes
He threw the balls
Colourful high up into the air
He said:
‘I am a fool my king
You are my wire walker
I spread it far upon the sky
From one world’s end to another
Towards the death itself.’
‘Entertain me’, he shatterdly said,
‘I’m a tired king walking on the wire
Bering me the death to see its gown
Its blade so sharp upon the dawn
The boredom is biting my lips
The scorn so dumb is choking me.’
And the death came in clattering chains
The dance of vengeful laughter it danced
Beyond an open emptiness
‘Entertain me’, it shatterdly said,
‘Entertain me, please, do it
I’m a tired king walking on the wire
The scorn so dumb is choking me.’
Zabavi me raspuknuto reč e
Ja sam umoran kralj na umorutak otkucaj
Dovedite mi ludu da zaigra smrt
Dosada nagriza usne
I prezir me tupi guši
I dođ e luda
Da, luda ko luda
Zakoluta oč ima šarene loptice
Visoko u vazduh baci
Reč e:
'Ja sam luda o kralju moj
A ti si ti si moj igrač na žici
Nebom je posavljam dakelo
S kraja na kraj svijeta
Pa sve do same smrti.'
‘Zabavi me, ' raspuknuto reč e,
'Ja sam umoran kralj na umoru
Tek otkucaj daleko od nič eg
Dovedi mi smrt da vidim njen skut
I oštricu njenu pod nožem jutra
Dosada nagriza usne
I prezir me tupi guši.'
I dođ e smrt zveketom okova
Plesom i smijehom osvete zaigra
Nad zjapeć om prazninom
'Zabavi me, ' raspuknuto reč e,
'Zabavi me, molim te, zabavi
Ja sam umoran kralj na žici
Prezir me tupi guši.'
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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My Friend, Death
Suicide
An escape from the world
From all the sorrow
The pain
The hurt
An escape from the darkness
Into the darkness
Never to come back out
I've looked for other ways
I've found other doors
But all of them were locked
The only door opened is death
Death will cradle me
Death will wipe my tears away
Death will comfort me
Death will love me
Death will do what no one else could
Death will understand
Death will be my friend
poem by Rachie West
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Sea Of Sorrow
Mind, of destructive taste
I choose...to stroll amongst the waste
That was your heart
Lost in the dark
Call off the chase
Walls of thought, strong and high
As my castle crumbles with time...
I think of you
Oh, yes I do
Such a crime
Chorus
You opened fire...and your mark was true
You opened fire...aim my smilin skull at you
You opened fire...
I live tomorrow, you Ill not follow
As you wallow in a sea of sorrow
Lines cut across my face
Why you laugh at my disgrace
Ill never know
How far to go
To reach that place
Chorus
song performed by by Alice In Chains
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Turned
Turned into small bowls with fullness opening
Wing spread openness the thought ajar
It beats in the birds runs in waterfalls
The home of crossroads in its heart
It beats life silently deems death
It flickers in the fires of old tribes
They carry the rivers in their arms
For our being between mud and a cloud
The unbuilt built in everything
The unuttered pronounced in everything
Never enough life in anything lived
Turned into small bowls with fullness opening
U zdjelice pretvorena otvaranjam punoce
Raskriljena otvorenost odskrinuta misao
Kuca u pticama vodopadom tece
Kuca zivot tihuje smrt
Pucketa u vatrama starih plemena
Sto u rukama rijeke nose
Za nasa bivanja
Izmedju blata I oblaka
Od svega izgradjena neizgradjenost
Od svega prozivljenog nikada dovoljno zivota
U zdjelice pretvorena otvaranjem pun
It beats in the birds runs in waterfalls
The home of crossroads in its heart
It beats life silently deems death
It flickers in the fires of old tribes
They carry the rivers in their arms
For our being between mud and a cloud
The unbuilt built in everything
The unuttered pronounced in everything
Never enough life in anything lived
Turned into small bowls with fullness opening
U zdjelice pretvorena otvaranjam punoce
Raskriljena otvorenost odskrinuta misao
Kuca u pticama vodopadom tece
Kuca zivot tihuje smrt
Pucketa u vatrama starih plemena
Sto u rukama rijeke nose
Za nasa bivanja
Izmedju blata I oblaka
Od svega izgradjena neizgradjenost
Od svega prozivljenog nikada dovoljno zivota
U zdjelice pretvorena otvaranjem punoce
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Lament
We like death
It’s a God given gift
Bestowed upon us
God given Mercy
We die like butterflies
Burn them easily on a fire in a sec
We die silently like plants
We die loudly
Like waterfall blood
We die in the rocks
Sagacity is one our side
For we know
That it’s just in a second
Playing the role of sense
On Earth everything can be shattered
And that we didn’t choose
That God takes ones in his arms
And lets the others testify
We are the verdict of the surviving tyrants
We are the masters of our masters
Though our graves are too narrow
In the box of their secrets
Shelter is on our side
For we know
There’s no shelter on Earth
Therefore we like death
It’s a God given gift
Bestowed upon us
God given Mercy
Therefore we die
And recognize our children
By death only
Mi volimo smrt
Ona nam je od Boga velika Milost
Veliko uzdarje
Mi ginemo ko leptiri
Tanke nogice za cas na vatri sprzimo
Ginemo tiho kao biljke
Uz huku krvi ko slap
U stijenama ginemo
Mudrost je na nasoj strani
Jer mi znamo
Da na zemlji samo tren
Igra ulogu smisla
Da Bog jedne
Pod svoje okrilje uzme
A ostali zive da svjedoce
Mi smo osuda prezivjelih tirana
Nasih smo gospodara gospodari
Iako u skrinjama njihovih tajni
Groblja su nam tijesna
Sigurnost je na nasoj strani
Jer mi znamo
Da na zemlji zaklona nema
Zato mi volimo smrt
Ona nam je od Boga veliko uzdraje
Velika Milost
Zato mi ginemo
I djecu svoju po smrti prepoznajemo
Written inn 1999.
(Dedicated to the victims of NATO bombing Serbia 1999.)
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Budi od svijeta
Budi od svijeta
Grumen od sna
Pticom od leta
Okom bez dna
Pogled u nedogled
Satkanog neba
Nogom u nedostup
Korak od hljeba
Načinjen trag
Buđenja dodir blag
Budi od svijeta
Tkanicom halje
Od nebopleta
I zemljom dalje
Krilati cvijet
Što šušti listom
Jesenji pad
I dušom čistom
Plavog neba glad
Budi od svijeta
Što jede svijetom
Smrt soptvenog tijela
Budi od leta
Što budi letom
Zemljom zamrla vrela
Budi od spleta
Tkanog nebokretom
Duša što cijelo je srela
©Miroslava Odalović
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We Got The Whip
Audioslave - We Got The Whip
As on the single to Like A Stone (different to other versions)
Oooh
Oooh
Oooh
Oooh
Long days and nights you fought for truth
Gotta hand it to you
Uprising paid for in blood
Only to lose
We're gonna hang you up
You've got balls but
We got the whip
we got a better bomb
We got the whip
We got the whip
we got a better bomb
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Oooh
Oooh
Heartache and strife is all you've known
A slave since your youth
And only one life to bargain with
And ration is due
We're gonna string you up
You've got balls but
We got the whip
we got a better bomb
We got the whip
We got the whip
we got a better bomb
x2
Yeah
Fearlessness in the face of death
Pain with a smile
Braving the fight until the end
I know I will never be anything like you
We got the whip
we got a better bomb
We got the whip
We got the whip
we got a better bomb
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The House of the Life: The Kiss
What smouldering senses in death's sick delay
Or seizure of malign vicissitude
Can rob this body of honour, or denude
This soul of wedding-raiment worn to-day?
For lo! even now my lady's lips did play
With these my lips such consonant interlude
As laurelled Orpheus longed for when he wooed
The half-drawn hungering face with that last lay.
I was a child beneath her touch, -- a man
When breast to breast we clung, even I and she, --
A spirit when her spirit looked through me, --
A god when all our life-breath met to fan
Our life-blood, till love's emulous ardours ran,
Fire within fire, desire in deity.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Sonnet VI: The Kiss
What smouldering senses in death's sick delay
Or seizure of malign vicissitude
Can rob this body of honour, or denude
This soul of wedding-raiment worn to-day?
For lo! even now my lady's lips did play
With these my lips such consonant interlude
As laurelled Orpheus longed for when he wooed
The half-drawn hungering face with that last lay.
I was a child beneath her touch,—a man
When breast to breast we clung, even I and she,—
A spirit when her spirit looked through me,—
A god when all our life-breath met to fan
Our life-blood, till love's emulous ardours ran,
Fire within fire, desire in deity.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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The Kiss
What smouldering senses in death's sick delay
Or seizure of malign vicissitude
Can rob this body of honour, or denude
This soul of wedding-raiment worn to-day?
For lo! even now my lady's lips did play
With these my lips such consonant interlude
As laurelled Orpheus longed for when he wooed
The half-drawn hungering face with that last lay.
I was a child beneath her touch, -- a man
When breast to breast we clung, even I and she, --
A spirit when her spirit looked through me, --
A god when all our life-breath met to fan
Our life-blood, till love's emulous ardours ran,
Fire within fire, desire in deity.
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We made them dance
This is how I made you
I took the fibres of black
Spread the twinkling of my heart
Across your body
To make the most beautiful night in the world
I spinned it round and round
Made it dance the river dance
Made it dance the morning dance
Made it dance the evening dance
I made it dance
This is how you made me
You took the fibres of red
Spread the beating of your blood
Across my body
To make the most beautiful love in the world
You spinned it round and round
Made it dance the dance of your seed
Made it dance the dance of your touch
Made it dance the dance of your breath
You made it dance
That's why
The eagle was flying
The sea was foaming
The ground was singing
Children were laughing
Fires were burning
Across the hearths
We made them dance
Ovako sam te stvorila
Uzeh tkanice crnog
I prosuh treptaje svog srca niz tvoje tijelo
Da stvorim najljepšu noc ovoga svijeta
Zavrtjeh je ukrug ukrug
Da pleše ples rijeke
Da pleše ples jutra
Da pleše ples veceri
Da pleše
Ovako si me stvorio
Uze tkanice crvenog
Prosu otkucaj svoje krvi niz moje tijelo
Da stvoriš najljepšu ljubav ovoga svijeta
Zavrtio je ukrug ukrug
Da pleše ples tvog sjemena
Da pleše ples tvog dodira
Da pleše ples tvog daha
Da pleše
I zato je
Orao letio
More se pjenilo
Zemlja je pjevala
Djeca se smijala
I vatre ognjištem gorjele
Oni su plesali zbog nas
2010. (We made them dance)
©Miroslava Odalovic
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The dawn sways the birds/Zora njise ptice
The birds of flight, my love
The dawn bathes the faces
The faces of love, my love
The dawn sways the seas
The seas of infinity, my love
The dwan moves the bodies
The bodies of breathing, my love
The dawn sways the mornings
The mornings of wake, my love
This is why you never sleep
The restless of dreams, my love
Sealed within my kiss
Signed within my heart
Zora njiše ptice
Ptice od leta, ljubavi moja
Zora mije lica
Lica od ljubavi, ljubavi moja
Zora njiše mora
Mora od beskraja, ljubavi moja
Zora kreć e tijela
Tijela od disanja, ljubavi moja
Zora njiše jutra
Jutra od buđ enja, ljubavi moja
Ti zato ne spiš
Nemirom od sna, ljubavi moja
Poljupcem mojim zapeč ać en
I u srcu zapisan
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