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
poem by 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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Vatra I Sutra
u šaci strepnje istine gore
suza vremena u njoj tiho gine
s kapija uskih razum i stid zbore
u naručju tihom da se lako vine
vatra i sutra riječ i vrijeme
i umrlog konja tihi sap
mraz i jutra plameno sjeme
i promrzlog dodira kap
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Ponekad - Sometimes
Ponekad su umjesto jutra
Kroz guste magle mudračkih kosa
Osvitale kiše
Kapci otvarali nova pitanja
I sasvim nova nedorečenost
Preturala po smislu
Ja hodah sama
Sred šumovitosti
Razgolićenih šaka
Zgrabio me svijet
Sometimes instead of the morning
There dawned the rains
Through the mists of the sages' hairs
The ezelids would open new questions
And an entirely new unuttereness
Roamed through the sense
I walked alone
Amidst the forests
With nakedf hands
Grabbed by the worlds
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Boka - ulazak
moji su bili talasi stijene
struje i virovi pjevanja vode
i jedan zaliv gdje ponocne sjene
s prvim svitanjem u nepovrat hode
moji su bili tek u slutnji jednoj
mirisi šuma bešimje bilja
kraj izvora želji ostavih žednoj
da traga bez traga i cilja
zlacane niti moje su bile
sred pustih polja udahnut san
dubine mora ribe su pile
u mreže ribari krotili dan
i sve to moje iz narucja zore
pložih na pragove jutra
dodirnuh kaplju odškrinuh more
i tiho krocih unutra
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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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.
©Miroslava Odalovic
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Delete (Nafaka)
What a morning said
I do not remember
What happened yesterday
I do not remember
Cruelty of sunrise
I do not remember
The drama of entrance
I do not remember
The drama of exit
I do not remember
The tragedy of being cried
I do not remember
The comedy of being laughted
I do not remember
Putting on sense into the shoes
I do not remember
Putting on the morning into a little shirt of light
The hair unleashed in front of the mirror
The roads that tread on their own steps
I do not remember anything
An extinguished candle above the graves
The first cry out of the life’s womb
Being broken before God
Staying away from the answers
I don’t remember anything
sta je reklo jutro ne sjecam se
sta je bilo juce ne sjecam se
okrutnosti svitanja ne sjecam se
drame ulaska ne sjecam se
drame izlaska ne sjecam se
tragedije otplakanoti ne sjecam se
komedije odsmijanosti ne sjecam se
nicega ne sjecam se
obuvanja smisla u cipele trajanja
oblacenja jutra u kosuljicu svjetlosti
rasplitanja kose ispred ogledala
puteva sto gaze sopstvene korake
nicega ne sjecam se
gasenja svijeca iznad grobova
prvog placa iz utrobe zivota
slomljenosti pred Bogom
uzmicanja pred odgovorima
nicega ne sjecam se
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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There They Sail Silently Sail/Tiho Brode Tiho Brode
Censured song offs of the paper ships
Cut into the masts like shadows
In a scissor cut the word has been cut
One word which called many names
With paper notes among two fingers
Windy mornings were spread
The wind knows what has been written
The paper ships knew nothing
Except to sail
To silently sail
Tiho brode tiho brode
Cenzurisano otpjevi papirnih brodova
U jedra izrezani ko sjene
Rezom makaza otkinuta
Jedna riječ je dozivala mnoga imena
Prstohvatom ceduljica
Posuta jutra vjetrovita
Vjetar zna šta je na njima pisalo
Papirni brodovi nisu znali ništa
Sem da brode
Sem da tiho brode
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
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Biko
September '77
Port elizabeth - sonnenschein
In sechs-eins-neun endlich ruhe
Nur ein stuhl ging aus dem leim
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Yihla moja, yihla moja
- er ist tot
Du loescht gerade noch eine kerze
Doch nicht ein grosses feuer
Springt die flamme einaml ueber
Treibt der wind sie immer hoeher
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Yihla moja, yihla moja
- er ist tot
Die lange nacht ist viel zu heiss
Ich traeum nur noch in rot
Die welt da draussen ist schwarz-weiss
Nur eine farbe tot
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Yihla moja, yihla moja
- er ist tot
Und alle, alle seh'n euch jetzt
Seh'n euch jetzt seh'n euch jetzt
Sie sind da
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I quote the mornings/Citiram jutra
I quote the mornings and awakening
And a sunbeam exploding in a treetop
I quote an old hope between my lips
And the fall of the sun down the abysses of the twilight
I quote the fire that cannot be extinct
In the torches of a cave-like current
The mark of the light on the palm of my hand
And the ashes of my future
I quote the passion of an eye
Destructive and horrifying
Fearing eyesight
I quote the alphabet that goes beyond words
Inexpressibility of every alpha and beta
Gamma and delta
I quote a life
And within my bosom I quote a fear
That everything will remain just a quotation
Citiram jutra i budjenje
I zrak sunca raspuknut u krošnji
Citiram nadu ostarjelu medju prstima
I pad sunca u sunovrate sumraka
Citiram vatru neugasivu
U bakljama pecinskog toka
I trag svjetlosti na dlanu
I pepeo svoje buducnosti
Citiram strast oka razornu i strašnu
Pred kojom strepi pogled
Citiram azbuku koja nadilazi rijeci
Neizrecivost svakog alfa i beta
Gama i delta
Citiram život i u njedrima ko guju gajim strah
Da ce sve ostati u citatnosti
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When you turn the other page of a cheek/Kad okreces drugu stranicu obraza
When you turn the other page of a cheek
A slap of morn written abyss down your neck
A glove that you lift right from the floor
To throw it into the face of the tree swallowers
That keep growing faster than the boughs
Up to the sky lid in the cauldron of each word
Does it ever come to your mind
What it is there that bursts out in a dream
Do you then think of streets those winding snakes
With their tongue dipped into the poison paths
The buses that turn questionless to a wheel
Insanity spinning both Alladin and the lamp
A sign post in the dark
Do you then think of the houses windows and doors
And heart beats facing the gate of the entrance
As if it was the first time to come into a human
Not knowing whether the host was inside
Do you then think those thoughts from the threshold of pain
Making way to earth mother dust and death
To rest all your thoughts at the end of the road
When the earth bursts out and leaves you with no breath
Kad okreceš drugu stranicu obraza
šamar jutra ispisan brazdama do vrata
rukavicu koju podižeš sa poda
i bacaš u lice gutacima drveca
što rastu brže od granja
do poklopca neba u kotlu svake rijeci
pomisliš li nekad šta puca u snu
misliš li tad na ulice krivudave zmije
s jezikom umocenim u otrov puta
autobuse pretocene u tocak bez pitanja
što bezumno okrece Aladina i lampu
putokaz u mraku
misliš li tad na kuce prozore i vrata
na lupanje srca pred kapijom na ulaz
kao da prvi put ulaziš u covjeka
a ne znaš da li je domacin unutra
misliš li misli sa praga bola
što put krce zemlji majci od praha
da na kraju puta odmoriš sve misli
kada zemlja pukne i kad ostaneš bez daha
©Miroslava Odalovic
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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
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Nemušt
Tajno tamna sunčano bilo
Do tkanja tvoga nesvita i zore
Sa zova do mira dola i gore
Pozovi me sebi nemušta silo
Sasni me suncem usnom i snom
Ne gasni zorom nemuštim zborom
Sasni me igrom i novim zovom
U bujici vrtlogu bezdanom
Sutra mi strasti raspni na dah
Nek dišem između pepela i bola
I nikad riječi ne tvori u prah
Da ne umre jezik gore i dola
Tajno tamna sunčano bilo
Do tkanja tvoga nesvita i zore
Sa zova do mira dola i gore
Pozovi me sebi nemušta silo
1997.
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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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Stradanja hram
daj mi moja dušo bijele vode znanja
u kaplji nastanjen tvoj tihi plam
daj mi moja dušo niti tvoga tkanja
da ispletem riječi i da tako znam
da život ide jednom
a smrt stazom drugom
u traganju žednom
i zasut tugom
ja sam
stradanja hram
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The Misty Hidden Of Mine/Moje Magleno Skriveno
In the daybreak song
Will take the forests into an embrace
My never hoped for
Heartbeat cut off the heart
Will spill the walls into a midnight sound
Mine within the chains treasure in my hands
Will toll cursed from the towers
Sadly the song of awakening
Into the deafness
Mine into nothing flooded water
A current beginning into an endless
Will cut the seams and sew
A new array for the soul's nakedness
Mine on my palm colourful lonely butterfly
Moving the wings like eaves in the tempest
Maddened by the possibility of flight
My never enough overcome dawn
In an empty bad
Where I am enfolded up to the point of no recognition
Mine sharpened pencils
Regularly waiting for the words
Will be broken halved in them
Mine from fatigue cracked mirror
That each morning I feed with a smile
Twinkling yearning for the truth
Mine long time ago lost waiting
On the benches below the trees
Despair chained
Prever quoted ages of circles
On my skins
Digging the death memory
Mine after forty days black nails uncut
digging the memory of death
Mine encircled in the dewdrops of crying eyelashes
Which silently I close
With the soul limited sight
Mine sealed lips
Quivering of love
To you I will surrender God
To judge and please forgive
Moje magleno skriveno
Pjesmom praskozorja
Odvešć e šume u zagrljaj
Moje nenadano od srca
Otkinuto kucanje
Pretoč ić e zidove u otkucaj ponoć i
Moje u rukama zatoč eno blago
Prokleto zvonić e sa zvonika
Tužno pjesmu buđ enja
U nedosluhu
Moja u ništa otplavljena voda
Poč etkom oticanja u beskraj
Odagnać e rubove i sašiti
Nove odore za nagost duše
Moj na dlanu šareni usamljeni leptir
Klepeć e ko streha na buri
Sluđ en moguć nošć u leta
Moje nikad prežaljeno svitanje
U postelji praznoj
U kojoj se umotavam do neraspoznavanja
Moje od umora napukmo ogledalo
Koje svakog jutra osmjehom hranim
Istine gladna iskrič avost
Moje naoštrene olovke
Koje uredno č ekaju riječ i
Pokidać e se u njima
Moje davno izgubljeno č ekanje
Po klupama ispod drveć a
Zarobljeni oč aj
Preverom citirana starost godova
Na mojoj koži
Moji poslije č etrdeset dana
Pocrnjeli nepodšišani nokti
Kojima kopam sjeć anje na smrt
Moje rosom plakanja omeđ ene trepavice
Koje tiho obaram sklapam
S pogledom omeđ enim dušom
Moje zapeč ać ene usne
Koje podrhtavaju od ljubavi
Tebi dać u Bože
Da sudiš i molim te oprostiš
©Miroslava Odalović ,2009.
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My Shadow/Moja Sjen
Under the treetops
In the nests
From twilight
Without a dawn
My hair
Under the fingers
Within the hands
From twilight
In blindness
My yearning
Under the eaves
Wet
In the quest
Killed
My shadow
Pod krosnjama
U gnijezdima
Od sumraka
Bez svitanja
Moja kosa
Pod prstima
U sakama
Od primraka
U sljepilu
Moja ceznja
Pod strehama
Pokisla
Traganjem
Ubijena sjen
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Remembering The Philosophy Writing Club Of 1980
the ark, the cover is a drawing of
three yellow sunflowers on a yellow cartolina
it is cynthia v.
on the loose, and there was norman naromal, edith requina,
flor chamen, elvi tamayo, ruschel salvana, lino moleta,
boni quirog, susie cantos, bong jabla, paul suaybaguio,
bong daray, jean lim, james piap, elsa lee, marking que, greg casino,
we thanked fr. moga, lilia, fr. esquerra, fr. barcelon, and everyone,
we thank them for everything
there were small brown birds of the common species
on the Ark of Noah
i was there on pages seven, ten, eight, and nine
on the three levels of seeing
there was this man who was trying to figure
things, who am i? what i am up to? where am i going?
his name is
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