Od kiše
ako san ima moć nestvarnog
onda ću biti san od kiše
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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To be here (Nafaka)
Means eternity
The full circle of waiting
Like the full Moon hanging beyond the eave
To be here
Means a presence
Without space and limits
A day full of a moment
Like a dot in a universe
To be here
Means constructedness
In the best of all the worlds
BITI TU
znaci vjecnost
pun krug cekanja
ko pun Mjesec objesen nad strehom
Biti tu
znaci prisutnost
bez prostora omedjenosti
dan pun trenutka
ko tacka u svemiru
Biti tu
znaci sazdanost
u najboljem od svih svjetova
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 heart will move away the sorrow(Nafaka)
even if it is cursed under the sky
this being of mine not important
the heart will move away the sorrow
like birds out of their nests the hours will flow
to the point of no return
to the point of no return
the heart will move away the sorrow
I want to rejoice
time is just a possibility of the eternal
the heart will move away the sorrow
I want to dance be one with the rhythm of being
The heart will move away the sorrow
There will be joy there
There will be a blue of the joy there
A meaning cut off from a word
It will flow to the point of no return
To the point of no return
Come with me and sing
The songs of the tribes
Let’s get crazy under the eaves
It won’t be cold
The heart will move away the sorrow
Let it echoe within us from now into eternity
The rhythm of being
The mountains reverbarate
The name of the man
and the name of the woman
and the name of the child
the name of innocence
and the name of experience
come here rejoice
come here and sing
come here and touch
within a snowflake
within a raindrop
within a rock
within a leave of grass
in sparkles of hope
under the blue an outstretsched sense
the heart will move away the sorrow
the heart will move away the sorrow
srce raselice tugu
neka je prokleto pod nebom trajanje moje jer vazno nije
srce raselice tugu
ko ptice
iz gnijezda poteci ce sati
u nepovrat u nepovrat
srce raselice tugu
hocu da se radujem
vrijeme je samo mogucnost vjecnog
srce raselice tugu
hocu da plesem sa ritmom bica da se stopim
srce raselice tugu
tamo ce biti radost
tamo ce biti od sna plavo otkinut smisao sa rijeci
poteci ce u nepovrat u nepovrat
srce raselice tugu
dodjite pjevajte samnom
pjesme plemena
ludujte samnom pod strehama hladno biti nece
srce raselice tugu
neka odjekne u nama odavde do vjecnosti ritam bica
srce raselice tugu
odjeknuce planine ime covjeka
i ime zene i ime djeteta
ime zrenja i ime nevinosti
srce raselice tugu
dodjite radujte
dojite pjevajte
dodjite taknite
u pahulji kapi kise
u kamenu travki
iskrama nade
ispod plavog prostrt smisao
srce raselice tugu
srce raselice tugu
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Experience/Iskustvo
experience can be a terrible burden if you're trying to create something new
iskustvo moze biti uzasan teret ako pokusavas da stvoris nesto novo
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Phagoon Ki Raasta Khoi Hawa
Kya dhoondhte hai?
Kyoun dhoondhte hai?
Kise dhoondhte hai?
Sara jahan hai..
Kabi mutthi me,
To kabhi
Kadmo tale,
Phir bhi jaane kya chahte hai?
Na jaane kis ki khoj me rehta hai,
dil bechara.
Kyon aasthir hai?
Itna asantust,
Itna vyakul ye mann mera?
Peeneko toh puri dariya hai
Na jaane phir kyoun lout aate hai
Pyase he kinare se
Lekar koi naam anjana.
Kyoun nahi chal paate hai
Un raasto par
Jis par chalta hai jag sara?
Na jaane kyoun bhatakte phirte hai
Pagdandi, pagdandi
Jangal, khalihan sara?
Shayad phagoon ki
Rasta khoyee hawa hain,
Kabhi ek tinke se jala dete hai
tamam umar ki kamaiee,
Kabhi usi tinke koi bana lete hai
Doobte ki parchyee.
Kya dhoondhte hai?
Kyoun dhoondhte hai?
Kise dhoondhte hai?
poem by Anjali Kakati
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One moment/Jedan trenutak
can be a short story prolonged into thousands of pieces
tis is how some novels have been written
jedan trenutak moze biti kratka prica produzena u hiljade komada
tako se pisu neki romani
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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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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Simples
O bella bionda,
Sei come l'onda!
Of cool sweet dew and radiance mild
The moon a web of silence weaves
In the still garden where a child
Gathers the simple salad leaves.
A moondew stars her hanging hair
And moonlight kisses her young brow
And, gathering, she sings an air:
Fair as the wave is, fair, art thou!
Be mine, I pray, a waxen ear
To shield me from her childish croon
And mine a shielded heart for her
Who gathers simples of the moon.
poem by James Joyce
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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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Herceg-Novi
Novi is the sound the kloster bell ignites
wave made foam the curtains of the rains
the place of the last Savina peace
the verse in which each droplet writes
Lustica apparition dying again
in the rhythm of the silent morn at ease
Novi je zvuk manastirskog zvona
mjesto posljednjeg savinskog okona
pjena od talasa zavjesa od kise
stih u kome svaka kaplja pise
Lusticu kad u prividu gine
ritmom jutarnje tisine
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The vow of harmony
the vow of harmony is the thought
which arrays the words of craving
it’s the vow of the rain
drumming against the window pane
an even rhythm of the fall
it’s the vow of the wind carrying
the leaves in the murmur of the light
it’s the vow of the sound the music of the soul
climbing in silence so high
Zavjet sklada je misao
Što težnjom optoč i riječ i
zavjet je kiše što dobuje oknom
ujednač en ritam pada
zavjet je vjetra što nosi
lišć e rumorom svjetla
zavjet je zvuka muzika duše
što se tišinom penje
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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I met people who did not know
How to pick up a lily
And that its skin breaks under the steel
Of a too long gaze from the mountain top
And that its petal knows nothing of its root
And that the night falls only when it lowers the buds
Thirsty of the sun and the sun's only the wolf's one
Howling at the wounds of a torn out flower
Srela sam ljude koji nisu znali
Kako se bere ljiljan
I da njegova koža puca pod celikom
Suviše dugog pogleda sa vrha planina
I da njegova peteljka ne zna njegov korijen
I da kad spusti latice tek onda padne noc
Žedna sunca a ono samo vucje
Zavija na rane pokidanog cvijeta
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Ridere Di Te
Tu si...che sei speciale
ti invidio sempre un po'
sai sempre cosa fare...e...
e che cosa giusto o no!
Tu sei cos sicura
di tutto intorno a te
che sembri quasi un'onda
che si trascina...me
Lascia stare
che ho qualche anno in pi
menomale
che sei convinta tu
io sto uguale
mi chiedo solo se
faccio male...a volte...
a ridere di te...
Le stelle stanno in cielo
e i sogni...non lo so
so solo che son pochi...
quelli che si avverano
lo so che sei una donna
onesta!...non lo so
sopratutto con se stessa
con se stessa...forse no
Lascia stare
che ho qualche anno in pi
menomale
che sei convinta tu
io sto uguale
e adesso penso che...
chiss quante volte
hai riso tu di me
song performed by by Vasco Rossi
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The walking thunder my brother/Grom koji hoda moj brat
The walking thunder my brother
He breathes whatever the fire can se
Foretells his own flame
The walking thunder my brother
An echo of a bigiining thunders across the mountains
To stop the silence of the world
The walking thunder my brother
He lets the rains go down
For a dropp of life to fall
Grom koji hoda moj brat
Diše sve što vatra vidi
Sopstveni proriče plamen
Grom koji hoda riječ
Prolomi planinom eho početka
Ćutanje svijeta da stane
Grom koji hoda moj dan
Kiše pušta u pad
Kaplja života da kane
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Un enfant terrible
A lovely child of beautitude
Breaks a toy of life under the fingers
Breathes in what takes a breath away
Dies its own immortality
Un enfant terrible
A terrible child
The daughter and the son of fire
Adopted in a tender flame
It will come out the box
Be the victim of the broken fire
Be a necklace of its own yearning
Be a rope around its own neck
And an endless circle
Ljupko dijete blaženstva
Pod prstima lomi igračku života
Udiše ono što oduzima dah
Sopstvenu besmrtnost umire
Un enfant terrible
Užasno dijete
Kćer požara i sin vatre
Pastorče nježnog plamička
Izaćiće iz svoje kutije
Biti žrtva polomljene vatre
Ogrlica sopstvene čežnje
Omča oko vrata
I beskrajan krug
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Non Per Sempre
Non per sempre
non per sempre ma finch ce n'
non ci fermiamo e andiamo avanti tanto...
c'hanno gi detto il ballo persto finir
comunque siamo ancora in pista
Non per sempre...
...Ma anche vero che se non molli mai
Non per sempre ma finch potrai
Perch ... finir .. lo sai...
cogli l'attimo, vivi quello che hai
Rimorsi forse ma rimpianti mai perch
non per sempre ma finch ce n'
Non per sempre
non per sempre ma finch ce n'
non ci fermiamo e andiamo avanti
tanto, c'hanno gi detto il vento presto cambier
ma cavalchiamo ancora l'onda
Non per sempre, comunque stato bello
almeno fino a qua
andremo avanti fino a che ce ne sar
song performed by by Eiffel 65
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I build within the houses I will never live in (Nafaka)
the beds I sleep in I have never made
rains I drink I will never fall with
and the rains I fall in I never drank
the wind I breathe embracing the sides of the worls
what I want I can say no more
open for everything
for happiness and sorrow
good and evil
a cloud and a sun
even though
what I say can embrace me no more
u kucama gradim koje stanovala nisam
u krevetu spavam koji pospremila nisam
kise pijem s kojima pasti nikad necu
s kisama padam koje nikad popila nisam
s vjetrom disem koji strane svijeta grli
sve sto hocu vise ne mogu da kazem
otvorena za sve
za srecu i patnje
za dobro i zlo
oblake i sunca
iako
sve sto hocu vise ne moze da me zagrli
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Yo!
Smo s'li v Osmico naroc'ili 8 pizz
ni bilo pizz smo rekli bomo pili kapuc'in
ni bilo niti kapuc'ina smo pili samo vino
Smo s'li v pizzerijo naroc'ili bakala
niso imeli bakalaja smo hoteli pomfri
ni bilo niti pomfrija smo jedli samo pizzo
Smo s'li v mesnico po batne obroc'ke
niso imeli obroc'kov smo hoteli baterijo
ni bilo biti baterije smo kupili jetrca
Smo s'li na banko da bi nas ostrigli
niso imeli niti s'karij samo c'eke in denar
smo vzeli nekaj denarja in s'li v zapor
ikoli vec' se ne bom ostrigel
nikoli vec' ne bom streljal krems'nit
nikoli vec' ne bom zajc'ek na zidu
nikoli vec' ne bom majhen in zelen
song performed by by Zmelkoow
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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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