the winged space beyond the possibility of standing (Nafaka)
turning the clock back into endlessness
I will say nothing in a silent whisper
The time over bridged from now to duration
The steps follow to the point of no return
I will say nothing with an encircled verse
prostor raskriljen nad mogucnoscu stajanja
u nepovrat vraticu sate
govoricu nista u sapatu tihom
vrijeme premosceno od sada do trajanja
u nepovrat stope prate
govoricu nista zaokruzenim stihom
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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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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A bit of being cut off from a memory/Moj
Echoes closely down the hall like nothing
Thoughts ajar in a big silence
Like a door I must not go through
Unfulfilled thoughts
Left to beat in somebody else’s wells
The moments dragged into nowhere
Through a glass pane pacified in memory
A shivering hope will unveil the veil
Open the eyes
My shadow across the sky
Who knows how many times
Will beg for everything
That doesn’t want to give in
Like a wave drowned in the sea of waiting
Tearful song it will cry
In the foam out of the foam
My newly born dawn
Moj
Od sjeć anja otkinut trač ak trajanja
Što hodnicima blizu odzvanja ko ništa
U velikom ć utanju misli otškrinute
Ko vrata kroz koja ne smijem da prođ em
Ostać e nedomišljene da nekom drugom
Bunarima kucaju
Trenuci odvuč eni u nepovrat
Kroz okna od stakla umirena sjeć anjem
Nada što se batrga
Skinuć e velove otvoriti oč i
Moja sjena preko neba
Po ko zna koji put
Iskać e što se neć e dati
Morem išč ekivanja udavljeni talas
Proplakać e pjesmu
U pjeni iz pjene rođ ena
Moja nova zora
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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My/Moj
A bit of being cut off from a memory
Echoes closely down the hall like nothing
Thoughts ajar in a big silence
Like a door I must not go through
Unfulfilled thoughts
Left to beat in somebody else’s wells
The moments dragged into nowhere
Through a glass pane pacified in memory
A shivering hope will unveil the veil
Open the eyes
My shadow across the sky
Who knows how many times
Will beg for everything
That doesn’t want to give in
Like a wave drowned in the sea of waiting
Tearful song it will cry
In the foam out of the foam
My newly born dawn
Moj
Od sjeć anja otkinut trač ak trajanja
Što hodnicima blizu odzvanja ko ništa
U velikom ć utanju misli otškrinute
Ko vrata kroz koja ne smijem da prođ em
Ostać e nedomišljene da nekom drugom
Bunarima kucaju
Trenuci odvuč eni u nepovrat
Kroz okna od stakla umirena sjeć anjem
Nada što se batrga
Skinuć e velove otvoriti oč i
Moja sjena preko neba
Po ko zna koji put
Iskać e što se neć e dati
Morem išč ekivanja udavljeni talas
Proplakać e pjesmu
U pjeni iz pjene rođ ena
Moja nova zora
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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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
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Matrix/Matrica
I have a knowledge of order that will not deny me
In the shaking fences of Maria denials
Conceived in rebellion ending in mercy
Because nothing has stood on the night assembly line
To be merely a morning awakening and a step halted
In time accounts self subtracted
Hours dripping self added
In the moment endlessly divided
And the moment endlessly multiplied
I'm removing the layers - Zenon-like, unmovable ones
A frozenness forever thrown into the ashes
Is looking for its countenance in vain
Because I know time is just a mask of a woman
With the face of the ploughed fields
And a pendulum X- ray discovered
Of her head grown within numbers
Because nothing can stand on a matrix
That reconciles statis and division ability
Without a thin layer of an apparent generation
Being thrown down the feet in the walk of her hours
Matrica
Ja poznajem poredak koji me nece poreci
U poljuljanim ogradama Marije poricanja
Pobunom zaceta milošcu zaceta
Jer još ništa nije stalo na pokretne trake noci
Da jutrom bi bilo tek budjenje i korak zaustavljen
U racunu vremena od sebe oduzetog
U kapljanju sati u sebi sabranom
U trenu beskrajno djeljivom
I trenu beskrajno umnoženom
Ja skidam slojeve zenonovski nepokretne
Ukocenost zauvijek bacena u pepeo
Uzalud traga za svojim likom
Jer znam vrijeme je maska žene
Sa licem uzoranih njiva
I klatnom otkrivenim na rendgen snimku
Njene glave urasle u brojeve
Jer na matrici koja miri statis i djeljivost
Ništa više ne može stati
A da se pri tom tanka skrama prividnog nastanka
Ne surva niz stope gazom njenih sati
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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You, very human/Ti, veoma ljudsko
you who are everything out of your nothing
you co-builder co-creator
you whom I'm building and you're being torn down
you a participant of my answer
someone facing the otherness
I facing myself
you facing yourself
you very human sometimes too much
sometimes not at all
a token inhaled into dust
you a tribe you a nation you a world
you the skin of the sun the desert the night and the snow
you always the same
your heart and mind paving heaven and hell
you who are everything out of your nothing
ti koji si sve od svoga nista
ti sa-graditelj sa-tvoritelj
ti što te gradim a ti se razgradjujes
ti sa-ucesnik mog odgovora
spram drugosti neko
spram sebe ja
spram tebe ti
ti veoma ljudsko nekad isuviše
nekad uopšte
ti pleme ti narod ti svijet
umom i srcem poplocan pakao i raj
ti koji si sve od svoga ništa
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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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
©Miroslava Odalović
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Sorry sorry
no road for this map
no train for this ticket
I've got nothing
sorry sorry
the colours for this dawn I still haven't found
the libreto for this twilight I still haven't written
neither the most difficult sonnet in the world
for an angel asleep
nor a drama for a lonely sideroad tree
a fragile shelter
sorry sorry
no road for this map
no ticket for this train
I've got nothing
za ovaj put nemam mapu
za ovu kartu nemam voz
nemam ništa
sorry sorry
za ovo svitanje još nisam pronašla boje
za ovaj sumrak još nisam napisala libreto
ni najteži sonet na svijetu
za usapavanog anđela
ni dramu za usamljeno drvo krajputaša
sklonište krhko
sorry sorry
za ovaj put nemam mapu
za ovaj voz nemam kartu
nemam ništa
2009.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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No Turning Back
There comes a point in our lives
when there is no turning back.
What is done is done
and there is no changing that.
Some mistakes that we’ve made
can never be reversed.
We can only go forward
hoping to never make them again.
There is no turning back
as far as our lives are concerned.
No turning back from things we’ve said
that somehow hurt someone.
Apologies cannot take back the words
though we may feel guilty about them.
There is no retracting things,
no turning back the clock.
We can only hope all those we’ve injured
will forgive us for the misdemeanours
that we have done.
10 February 2009
poem by David Harris
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Last night
Last night I asked the drop
what nobody had dared to ask before
I said
come on, isn't it time you washed my face
isn't it time you stopped falling in tears
isn't it time for me to drink you
isn't it time for you to touch me
isn't it time for me to see the world within you
come on, what are you waiting for
why don't you finally fall down
that was the rage of a dead chicken
Sinoc sam rekla kaplji
sto joj niko ranije nije smio reci
rekla sam
hajde, nije li vrijeme da me umijes
nije li vrijeme da suzom prestanes
nije li vrijeme da te popijem
nije li vrijeme da dotaknes
nije li vrijeme da u tebi sagledam svijet
hajde sta cekas
zasto vec jednom prosto ne kanes
bio je to bijes mrtvog pileta
Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Turning Point
Black cloud on the sun, I turned my collar up
And walked from your door up to the county road
Oh yeah, what luck, the timings been rough on us
Right then, oh boy, we hit the turning point
Three or four years or more my life was on the floor
Blind faith, hangin in, hungry and tired of it
Oh yeah, better luck--it takin over us
But right now, oh boy, weve hit the turning point
Shes had to follow me up and down these empty streets
Whiskey on her breath tryin to give the world a test
Oh yeah, better luck--it takin over us
Right now, oh boy, weve hit the turning point
Yeah right now, oh boy, weve hit the turning point
Yeah right now, oh boy, weve hit the turning point
Weve hit the turning point
song performed by by Tom Petty
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No Return
Im at the point of no return
Im watching the candle burn
Both ends
Theres a lesson we
Both can learn - this time
So if you wanna make my day
Theres something
Youve gotta say
Now please dont laugh
And turn away - this time
I dont wanna make a fuss
But this is the time for us
And I aint gonna miss the buss
This time
No return
So therell be no turning back
Once I know that
Youll be by my side
No return
Maybe youll give me all the love
That you always felt
You had to hide
No return
Ive come a thousand miles
Across the ocean
But that aint half
As far as my emotion
Now Ive reached
The point of no return
While on my way down the avenue
I had to stop for a drink or two
Or three
Now not that I was stalling you
For time
Its just I wanted to feel my best
And I almost passed the test
I need your lovin to do the rest
This time
No return - so please dont ever do
What youve done
So many times before
No return
Because Ive made up my mind
That this time Ill make it
Thru your door
No return - I rode above the clouds
So far below me
But didnt get as high as
When you hold me
Now Ive reached
The point of no return
Im at the point of no return
Im watching the candle burn
Both ends
Theres a lesson we
Both can learn - this time
I dont wanna make a fuss
But this is the time for us
And I aint gonna miss the buss
This time
No return
So therell be no turning back
Once I know that
Youll be by my side
No return
Maybe youll give me all the love
You always felt you had to hide
No return - I rode above the clouds
So far below me
But didnt get as high as
When you hold me
Now Ive reached
The point of no return
No return - so please dont ever do
What youve done
So many times before
No return
Because Ive made up my mind
That this time Ill make it
Thru your door
No return
Ive come a thousand miles
Across the ocean
But that aint half
As far as my emotion
Now Ive reached
The point of no return
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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May We?
may we?
Be in love again
You and me, again
Denying the destiny.
may i?
Feel your touch again,
After all those cloudy nights.
may i?
Be again the same lover in your eyes.
may we?
Return again two lovers and fall in love.
Once again
may we?
Return back the time,
Return back the clock
To those days where we were in love.
may you?
Come back again
To whisper on my ears
The melody of love.
One more time again
may you?
Call me again to tell me
How you feel sorry
For all those things that you have done.
but i know that mays doesn't have place at the real life.
May the devil turns to angel.
May the stormy winterday at once turns to a warmest summer day.
May the sunny sky turns to darkness night.
But you will never return the one
That have talked me about his great love.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Everyone has a breaking point, turning point, stress point, the game is permeated with it. The fans don't see it because we make it look so efficient. But internally, for a guy to be successful, you have to be like a clock spring, wound but not loose at the same time.
quote by Dave Winfield
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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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Beyond The Point Of No Return
There is a point in every journey,
a point of no return.
Once you’ve passed it,
you have to carry on,
regardless how bumpy the road may be.
There is no turning back;
you are committed to finishing the course,
no matter what you see.
poem by David Harris
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How Lucky You Are
When you speak you speak to me
When you sleep you sleep by me
When you wake you wake with me
When you walk you follow two steps behind in life
Shadows stalking, ever grasping sinking for a need
It wasnt love it was the fix of never wanting me
Now Im gone, youre tossing and you turning in your sleep
Thats the name of the game, of the game, of the game
Cry, miss peculiar
Youll cry all the more, now Im gone
I was the monkey on your back
Take a look at how lucky you are
When you speak you speak to me
When you sleep you sleep by me
When you wake you wake with me
When you walk you follow two steps behind
Cry, cry, miss peculiar
Youll cry all the more, now Im gone
I was the monkey on your back
Take a look at how lucky you are
Some days are heaven, I will not deny
Probing the daylight cascading the skyline
Tripping and diving and losing it all
Back came the night time living for more
Cry, cry, miss peculiar
Youll cry all the more, now that Im gone
I was the devil monkey on your back
Take a look at how lucky you are
When you speak you speak to me
When you sleep you sleep by me
When you wake you wake with me
When you walk you follow two steps behind
La la la la la
song performed by by David Bowie
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Locked Doors And Slow Closing Walls
In the aftermath of truth.
And the leaving behind,
The debris of wasted time.
Will those minds still clinging on,
To hopes and dreams...
Of turning back the clock,
Block and find themselves trapped...
Behind their locked doors and slow closing walls,
With hearts pounding and feeling chased...
Each step they take in a space,
Where a pacing being done becomes limited?
Will those minds still clinging on,
To hopes and dreams...
Of turning back the clock,
Ever discover...
What time for them it is?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ti u svom uglu sam to znam
Na ramenu ti riječ i urezano sve
Loviš me mišlju brži si od svjetla
I zalud bježim jer pustiti ne mogu
Tebe da prodješ ko što prođ e dan
Tebe da prodješ da ne boliš sam
Ti što u tom uglu sam to znam
Č ekaš da prodjem ti sjenom od talasa
Na tren kada se sretnu dvije pjene
Ne osta ništa ni kapi od mene
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Odds
surrender needs
not the hope, mixed down
with light,
as darkness echo
the clock of nowhere to open
the eyes and no one found
the silent of the night
whisper the tail
of the dream
savor the stream
in a willfully posture
where the future
return the vision of the past,
for no one knows
the end of every beginning
of the hour surpass, nay want
to stop the start of the transient
soul of the
living
fuel on
the focus and wonder
always the end
of sweet return in a new dawn
deeper fond
poem by Antonio Liao
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