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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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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Mišlju Nedorecen
Mišlju nedorecen gradiš joj san
Na ramenu ti znak
A oko ti trne
Mišlju nedorecen osviceš joj dan
Prag i korak lak
U vec pune urne
Sipaš vrijeme od praha sat
Otkucaj kradeš vjecnosti tat
Sipaš vrijeme o ludog li sna
Ponoc kuca otkucaj je zna
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Doschitay Do Sta
On skazal:"Ya ustal."
I ego ne vernut'.
Ty schitaesh do sta,
Ty mechtaesh usnut'.
Ty schitaesh do sta
Sto sluchaynykh imen,
A tebe nado spat' I ne dumat' o nem,
A tebe nado spat' I ne dumat' o nem,
A tebe nado spat' I ne dumat' o nem.
Tvoya lodka pusta
U chuzhikh beregov.
Ty shcitaesh do sta.
Sta russvetnykh snegov.
Eta tema prosta,
Ty zhe znuesh kak byt'.
Nado prosto do sta doschitat' I zabyt',
Nado prosto do sta doschitat' I zabyt',
Nado prosto do sta doschitat' I zabyt',
NA-VSE-GDA
Doschitay, doschitay, doschitay do sta,
Doschitay, doschitay, doschitay do sta,
Doschitay, doschitay, doschitay do sta,
Doschitay, doschitay, doschitay do sta.
4 5 6 7 8...
Sta bessonykh nochey
V labirintakh lyubvi.
Sta sluchainykh klyuchey,
A v itoge nuli.
Sta druzey, sta vragov.
Sto rastayavshikh l'din.
Zabyvai pro nego, 101, 101.
Zabyvai pro nego, zabyvay navsegda,
Zabyvai pro nego, zabyvay navsegda,
NA-VSE-GDA
Doschitay, doschitay, doschitay do sta,
Doschitay, doschitay, doschitay do sta,
Doschitay, doschitay, doschitay do sta,
Doschitay, doschitay, doschitay do sta.
59, 60, 61, 62...
Doschitay, doschitay, doschitay do sta,
Doschitay, doschitay, doschitay do sta,
Doschitay, doschitay, doschitay do sta,
Doschitay, doschitay, doschitay do sta.
Doschitay, Doschitay.
song performed by by Tatu
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Doschitai Do Sta
On skazal:ya ustal.
I ego ne vernut.
Ty schitaesh do sta,
Ty mechtaesh usnut.
Ty schitaesh do sta
Sto sluchaynykh imen,
A tebe nado spat I ne dumat o nem,
A tebe nado spat I ne dumat o nem,
A tebe nado spat I ne dumat o nem.
Tvoya lodka pusta
U chuzhikh beregov.
Ty shcitaesh do sta.
Sta russvetnykh snegov.
Eta tema prosta,
Ty zhe znuesh kak byt.
Nado prosto do sta doschitat I zabyt,
Nado prosto do sta doschitat I zabyt,
Nado prosto do sta doschitat I zabyt,
Na-vse-gda
Doschitay, doschitay, doschitay do sta,
Doschitay, doschitay, doschitay do sta,
Doschitay, doschitay, doschitay do sta,
Doschitay, doschitay, doschitay do sta.
4 5 6 7 8...
Sta bessonykh nochey
V labirintakh lyubvi.
Sta sluchainykh klyuchey,
A v itoge nuli.
Sta druzey, sta vragov.
Sto rastayavshikh ldin.
Zabyvai pro nego, 101, 101.
Zabyvai pro nego, zabyvay navsegda,
Zabyvai pro nego, zabyvay navsegda,
Na-vse-gda
Doschitay, doschitay, doschitay do sta,
Doschitay, doschitay, doschitay do sta,
Doschitay, doschitay, doschitay do sta,
Doschitay, doschitay, doschitay do sta.
59, 60, 61, 62...
Doschitay, doschitay, doschitay do sta,
Doschitay, doschitay, doschitay do sta,
Doschitay, doschitay, doschitay do sta,
Doschitay, doschitay, doschitay do sta.
Doschitay, doschitay
song performed by by Tatu
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Sexy Rdece Oci
Ostanem hladen c'e mi ukradejo kitaro
c'e me vlec'ejo na kaks'no zafixano zabavo
c'e mi vrtajo v koleno z najbolj grozno napravo
ampak ko vidim tebe postanem mrzel
Ostanem miren c'e mi grozijo s pis'tolo
c'e mi raztres'c'ijo lobanjo z macolo
ostanem miren c'e me utopijo v beton
ampak ko vidim tebe postanem mrzel
Ona ima tako sexy rdec'e oc'i ...
C'e ne bi bil tako cool bi jo raztrgal
c'e ne bi bil tako cool bi jo
song performed by by Zmelkoow
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Moje misli tvoje misli
Isprepletene
Moje tvoje misli
Nedorečene
Moje tvoje misli
Samo puke sjene
Misle svoje misli
Bez tebe i mene
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Quote Me Not/Ne Citiraj Me
The tree I am
Sideroad’s heart
My words in leaves
They touch the ground
The river I am
A beat in veins
My words in a drop
A swallowed water
The cloud I am
A written sky
Quote me not
The night is eavesdropping
Ja sam drvo
Srce krajputaša
Moje riječ i u lišć u
Dotič u tlo
Ja sam rijeka
U venama dodir
Moje riječ i u kapi
Progutana voda
Ja sam oblak
Ispisano nebo
Ne citiraj me
Prisluškuje noć
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The tree I am/ Ja sam drvo
The tree I am
Sideroad’s heart
My words in leaves
They touch the ground
The river I am
A beat in veins
My words in a drop
A swallowed water
The cloud I am
A written sky
Quote me not
The night is eavesdropping
Ja sam drvo
Srce krajputaša
Moje riječ i u lišć u
Dotič u tlo
Ja sam rijeka
U venama dodir
Moje riječ i u kapi
Progutana voda
Ja sam oblak
Ispisano nebo
Ne citiraj me
Prisluškuje noć
©Miroslava Odalović
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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A different heart
I am the thing
You don’t know about yourself
You are the thing
I don’t know about me
But once we meet
There will be
A different heart
Beating in each one of us
ja sam ono što ne znaš o sebi
ti si ono što ne znam o meni
ali jednom
kada se sretnemo
bice drugacije srce
što kuca u svakom od nas
©Miroslava Odalovic
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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Advice (‘’Radu’’- in Czech language)
'Sell me this day
Thy birthright.'
(Genesis 25: 31)
'And thou shalt take
Two onyx stones
And grave on them
The names
Of the children of Israel.'
(Exodus 28: 10)
Because
'A good name is better
Than precious ointment'
(Ecclesiastes 7: 1)
And the ' glory
Shall fly away like a bird'
(Hosea 9: 11)
''Then shalt thou
Understand righteousness,
And judgment, and equity;
Yea, every good path
When wisdom entereth
Into thine heart,
And knowledge
Is pleasant unto thy soul; ''
(Proverbs 2: 9,10)
'Therefore thou shalt love
The LORD thy God,
And keep his charge,
And his statutes,
And his judgments,
And his commandments, alway.'
(Deuteronomy 11: 1)
''Let integrity and uprightness preserve me;
For I wait on thee.'
(Psalm 25: 21)
In Czech language:
‚‘‘Prodej mi dnes
Své prvorozenství‘‘
(Genesis 25: 31)
“Vezmeš dva kameny karneoly
A vyryješ do nich jména
Synů Izraele”
(Exodus 28: 10)
Dobré jméno je nad výborný olej ”
(Kazatel 7: 1)
„Sláva odlétne jako ptáč e.”
(Ozeáš 9: 11)
Tehdy porozumíš spravedlnosti,
Právu a př ímosti, všemu,
Co zanechává dobré stopy.
Neboť moudrost vejde
Do tvého srdce a poznání oblaží tvou duši.
(Př ísloví 2: 9,10)
Budeš milovat Hospodina, svého Boha,
Budeš dbát na to, co ti svě ř il,
Na jeho nař ízení,
Práva a př ikázání po všechny dny.
(Deuteronomium 11: 1)
''Let a upř ímnost nechať mne;
Pro poč kám na tebe. '
Bezúhonnost a př ímost mě chrání,
Svou nadě ji skládám v tebe.
(Žalm 25: 21)
poem by Marieta Maglas
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The Search-Potraga
we searched for him among the living-but in vain
we searched for him among the wounded- but he was dead
we searched for him among the missing ones
and there he was - but nothing
we searched for him - you and I
tražiči smo ga među živima i bio je tamo no zalud
tražili smo ga među ranjenima i bio je tamo no mrtav
tražili smo ga među nestalima
i bio je tamo pa ništa
tražili ga - ti i ja
1996.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Geometry of peace/Geometrija spokoja
Lost in the depths of our silence
There’s a single moment of peace
For which it is a gift to live
It’s turned into point at which
Beauty spelled universe laughs
It’s turned into a point at which
The spirit settles down
The one that governs the waters
Governs the soil and heavens
It’s turned into a monada
At one with the light
Uniquely addressed by love
A particle of life
It craves the lines of space
With which the universe draws
The features hinted at
And an inexpressibility unspotted by an eye
Framework canons harmony depicted
The freedom of mercy and want are faced
It craves the body chiseled in wisdom
Of an eye in love with its sight
The lips in love with their words
An ear in love with its song
The hand awestruck by touch
The feet awestruck by paths
It craves the body chiseled in the rhythm
The lungs breathing heartbeat
The blood streaming ebbs in each drop
And the cords of a universal voicing
Of the first ‘Here I am’ tenderly
Endlessly addressed with ‘Thou,
A perfectly painted icon of life eternal
Return into Me, into the Word.’
Geometrija spokoja
Izgubljen u našim dubinama ć utnje
Raduje se tren tihog spokoja
Za koji je blagodatno živjeti
On postaje tač ka u kojoj smije se
Ljepotom ozarena vasiona
On postaje tač ka u kojoj smiruje se
Duh što nad vodama kopnom nebesima vlada
On postaje monada sa svjetlošć u jedno
Jedinstveno ljubavlju oslovljena č estica života
On žudi za linijama prostora
Kojim svemit išč itava obrise nasluć ene
A onom nesagledane neizrecivosti
U sferama sklada oivič en kanon
Gdje sreć u se sloboda milosti i htijenja
On žudi za tijelom klesanim u mudrosti
Oka što voli svoj vid
Usne što voli svoju riječ
Uha što voli svoju pjesmu
Ruke što se č udi dodirivanju
I stopa što se č ude drumovima
On žudi za tijelom klesanim u ritmu
Pluć a što dišu dobovanjem srca
Krvi što bruji tok u svakoj kapi
I žica sveopšteg oglašavanja
Sa prvim 'Tu sam' nježnošć u
Neizmjerno solovljen sa 'Ti
Savršeno oslikana ikono života vječ nog
U Mene se vrati, u Riječ .'
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Fotografija
fotografija
boze,
sta da napisem o tome.
to volim da radim,
ponekad od toga zivim.
kad u to gledam:
ponekad sam tuzan,
ponekad sam srecan.
drago lice
vidim kao da je tu.
ruzno,
okrenem, izbrisem
i kao da nije bilo tu.
to je magija
koja vjecno traje.
boze,
samo je vazno da znam
sta ne mogu slikati.
BEOGRAD,
19.08.2011
5.35 PM
poem by Jankovic Zoran
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Dreamt of in a thought (Nafaka)
we are all made of words
fragile sewing
we are all made of stars
shiny sewing
we are all made of stone
solid endlessly
we are all made
of a grass leave
seen by the matter
we are all made of breath
endlessly breathing
we are all made of waiting
dreamt of in a thought
dreamt of in a thought
dreamt of in a thought
od rijeci smo svi
sasiveni krhko
od zvijezda smo svi
sjajem obrubjeni
od kamena smo svi
cvrstinom u nedogled
od travke smo svi
sagledani u tvar
od daha smo svi
disanjem u nedogled
od cekanja smo svi
mislju odsanjani
mislju odsanjani
mislju odsanjani
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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Waiting for you /Cekanje na tebe
The midnight toll in the clock
Maybe Sunday maybe never
I spit the pigeon onto my palm
A crying handprint
A second silenced within a hope
Maybe Sunday maybe never
Maybe Sunday maybe never
Cekanje na tebe
Ponoc je kucala u satu
Mozda nedelja mozda nikad
Ispljunut golup na dlanu
Proplakan otisak
Utihnut nadanjem cas
Mozda nedelja mozda nikad
Mozda nedelja mozda nikad
2009.
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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