Measuring/Premjeravanja
The length of the word ‘hand’ depends on the circumference of the slap.
Duzina rijeci ‘ruka’ zavisi od opsega samara.
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Creation-Stvaranje
The master of great will
A demiurg crash against time
He creates pictures space depends upon
A possibility of plenitude in each of their details
He takes to the scales to measure the empty
To understand that within an act
Of (un) tied words
Not for a single moment
Is he the same
Majstor velikog htijenja
Demijurg sudaren s vremenom
Stvara slike od kojih zavisi prostor
Mogucnost punoce u svakom detalju
On nosi na vage da izmjeri prazno
Da shvati da u cinu
(Od) vezanih rijeci
Nijednog trenutka
Nije istovjetan
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…da Tek Si Pjesnik
Spram riječi nag
Proljeća vjesnik
Spram stope trag
Zeleno sliven u jedan stih
Da jesen zna ljubav ti bih
Što grli grumen
Zemljani prah
Kroz sunčan rumen
Vrelog ljeta dah
Da diše promrzle usnule zime
I nikad ne takne od leda ti ime
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Silence is the sound of creation/Tisina je zvuk stvaranja
Silence is the sound of creation
An ultimate craving of all the words
As they long for a peace of the Word
Silence sound silence sound
That’s the rhythm of life
Tisina je zvuk stvaranja
Konacna ceznja svih rijeci
Dok teze miru Rijeci
Tisina zvuk tisina zvuk
To je ritam zivota
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Vodo ja sam samo ruka
Tek dodir što te vječnošću tka
Dodir od pjene bez riječi i zvuka
I plima što ti tajnu zna
Vodo uvijek te čekam kraj stijenja
I usta su mi ogrezla u soli
Tu solim ranu sopstvenog htijenja
Da kap me tvoja više ne boli
Da riječ bude nevina kao tvoja pjena
Da pije tvoja vina i bude tvoja sjena
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Voids
A pilot without a sky
A sky without a pilot
A captain without a ship
A ship without a pivot
A book void of pages
A page without a book
A letter without a word
The word forgotten unheard
By silent actors and stages
An eye without a sight
Eyeholes bottomless pits
A hand without a shake
A weakness earning on might
A wound you cannot unbreak
21st century beats
21st century eats
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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?
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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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There's the world by Mercy created
That thunders through the rain
To turn the houses into little dots of existence
That eat their own pictures within a space
The dropp is a vague silence
The space of a place all soaking wet
Washed in the rhythm
Within the word of wounds
Each whisper in Mercy remembers
Its soul's dwelling in blood
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To make them live/Da bi zivjele
The bird stuck in my heart side breast
It’s trying to fly
On a magic key
Flirting with a wisdom snake
Wound within it own spiral
There’s the sky around us
The earth around us
The breath within us
U sudden turmoil
Calling the shades
Back to their body colours
There’s the sky around us
The earth around us
The breath within us
An epiphany of breathing
Calling the light
Each particle each wave
Back to the hair split in hands
Combing words dead
Combing words white
To make them live
Ptica zaglavljena u grudima tamo gdje je srce
Pokušava da leti na magicnom kljucu
Flertuje sa zmijom mudrošcu
Uvijenom oko sopstvene spirale
Oko nas je nebo
Oko nas je zemlja
I u nama dah
Iznenadni nemir
Što zove sjenke
Nazad bojama njihovog tijela
Oko nas je nebo
Oko nas je zemlja
I u nama dah
Epifanija disanja što zove svjetlo
Svaku cesticu svaki talas
Nazad u kosu ispucalu u rukama
Što cešljaju rijeci mrtve
Što cešljaju rijeci bijele
Da bi živjele
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O tebi
O tebi ne govorim ljudima jer shvatili ne bi
O tebi govorim
Tek listu kad lomno padne na tlo
Sumraku kad te razlije u boje
I rubu ponornog sjećanja mog
Tek tmini kada progovori glasno
Suzu prolomljenu u dnu crnog oka
Što kanuti neće nikad
Tek vratima odškrinutim i odjeku koraka
Zalutalim pragovima što kuće svoje traže
Otkucaju srca i posljednjom mrežom
Zahvaćenu vodu što kroz konope
Nazad u izvor lije
O tebi ljepoto moja
Ne govorim ni tebi
Jer čak ni ti shvatio ne bi
Da s površine riječi ništa se ne kreće
I ništa u dubine vratiti se neće
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Carry me
the whirl spinned leaf
the sandclocked glass
the short breath brief
and the rhythm blast
the stormed healed tongue
the winged splash of a bird
the song heard unsung
and the word whispered unheard
the passion burned unforgotten
the beauty spoken miracle touch
give it all to 'the only begotten'
Son of Earth you gave me too much
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A Perfect Street Lamp
is the one that does not care
about the length of its shadow
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Between the two lights/Izmedju dvije svjetlosti
I appreciate your instant reply
I judge-it's not correct
For the thing shivering in my heart
Will never know for the fall on the knees
Nor will the thing banging in my head
Ever find an echo on my tongue
I laugh because you know
I laugh because you don't know
The bridges are the hands in the air
Beyond the banks which have grown into a canyon
Like words in touch with the trembling
I laugh because you know
Because you know this is what you don't know
Stuck within a comparison
Between the two lights
Cijenim tvoj instant odgovor
Prosuđujem - nije tačan
Jer što mi kleca u srcu
Ne zna za pad na koljena
I što mi puca u glavi
Na jeziku nema eha
Ja se smijem jer ti znaš
Ja se smijem jer ti ne znaš
Mostovi su ruke u vazduhu
Nad obalama što su izrasle u tjesnac
Kao riječi u dosluhu sa strepnjom
Ja se smijem jer ti znaš
Jer ti znaš da to ne znaš
Zaglavljen u poredjenju
Izmedju dvije svjetlosti
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Yowana’s rap
Gonna sew u all
Gonna sew u all
Doctors judges jury
Hangin’ sound and fury
Hangin’ out in ties
Holdin’ on to lies
Sew all u faking storks
Sweep u off your chimneys
This is my doser of pain
And this is your hand cuffed chain
Gonna sew u all
Gonna sew u all
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Language/Jezik
Is like a bad detective always a way behind a good criminal.
Jezik je kao los detektiv uvijek u zaostatku za dobrim kriminalcem.
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Dream extreme fantasy
Dare a say a ride
Dream extreme virtual waves
Windswept on so high a tide
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Men/Muskarci
Men are like mine field I get killed each time.
Muskarci su kao minsko polje svaki put poginem.
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Contemporary knowledge
Contemporary knowledge is perfectly categorized in drawers.
Savremeno znanje je savrseno kategorizovano u ladicama.
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Plato
Who built in Plato into contemporary caves?
Ko je ugradio Platona u savremene pecine?
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A global aphorism extended
An anti tie truth is a white collar lie
And I collect spit in my eye
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