Whose footsteps/ Č iji koraci
Half starringly in the Moon halved die out
Like slaves between
A bitten silver coin and broken teeth
Spelling a silent whisper
b-r-e-a-d master
the games are over all of them
Č iji koraci
Poluzvjezdano okrunjenim Mjesecom odumiru
Ko roblje što izmeđ u
Izjedenog srebrnjaka i polomljenih zuba
Tiho šapatom srič e
H-lj-e-b-a gospodaru
Igre su gotove sve
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Who's that reaping/Ko to zanje
Who's that reaping
Who's that reaping
The fields of white
The silent boughs
Who is touching alone
That snail without house
It came to dwell
A nakedness squatted
Under heavy eyebrows
ko to žanje
ko to žanje
bijele njive
tiho granje
ko dotice sam
taj puž bez kucice
dode da stanuje
ispod tecih vijeda
savijeni golac
1993.
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Start the flight
Dwell within a broken bread
Warm and fragrant among your fingers
The sound of its crust cracking
Give the winged crumbs to the birds
Feed the world with yourself
Bitten by the hunger of the sky
Eaten by the restlessness of the body
Start the flight
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Kraj Istera poj
U plavoj kući vrtova kobi
Pčela je pronašla cvijet
Da tiho zgasne u zloj dobi
Kad žaokom probode svijet
U bijeloj kući vrtova smrti
Ptica je pronašla let
Da žilom krvi život zavrti
Krilima dotakne svijet
U zelenoj kući proljeća znak
Obujmi ulujni oblak tmast
Morana pruži svoj grozni krak
I zgasnu stari zapis hrast
Trinaest tmina kraj njega prođe
Šapatom sedmim uginu let
I treće jutro medonosno dodje
Da žaokom probode svijet
I ono nad Isterom nebo plavo živo
Gdje takoh se skuta njegovoga
Gdje plakah hristočežnjivo
Toplo je toplo u naručju Boga
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Barbara girl you are a beast/Varvara djevojko ti si zvijer
Down from your fangs words drip on the claws
You’ve said sparkling edges
The jaws of the night have heard
You’ve said
Tearing apart
Melting down
Diving flights
Parting
Halving
Brokenness
Each word you will bring back to the cut off breath
Each word you will bring back to the halved dawn
Chronically undernourished
Varvara djevojko ti si zvijer
Riječ i ti sa zuba kaplju na kandže
Rekla si oštrice bjelasave
Što ih je č ula razjapljena noć
Rekla si
kidanja
otapanja
obrušavanja
rasta vljenost
raspoluć enost
slomljenost
Svaku ć eš vratiti na presječ en dah
Svaku ć eš vratiti na prerezano svitanje
Hronicno neuhranjenu
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A wish
I wish I could die like a plant
To silently fade out and never let my voice
I wish I could live like a plant
To close my buds facing the knowledge of pain
I wish I could walk the earth unheard
To sneak among the trees and spikes
I wish I could be silent
Like a plant
Želja
Voljela bih da umrem kao biljke
Da se tiho gasim i glasa od sebe da ne dam
Voljela bih da živim kao biljke
Da sklopim latice pred spoznajom boli
Voljela bih da necujno hodam zemljom
Da se šunjam kroz drvece i klasja
Voljela bih da mogu da cutim
Kao biljke
1991.
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My cellars were closed
The doors shut wept
No name on
My secret kept
Seep below a frozen ground
Stood silent like lips
Making no sound
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One day
Which opens thus
In a cliché of every day
Originating in a badly done homework
The writing of a day starts with sharpened pencils
In an attempt of an account stylistically tasteless
For a day could not break on through
To the parks and Sunday picnics
It frowned at the text with colourless faces
‘neath whose skin the whole drama of a day
Strikes open eyes with total indifference
To the stressful automobile rides
Through the city bridges
Hanged shortly before the elections
Under the text of pontoon despair
Over the river of unwritten anxiety
To the games in concrete stories
Tag hopscotch hide and seek
At the bottom of squatted childhoods
One day you will write
And nothing will say
Nothing will be able to utter
The closing of a day
Without a title or a ‘done on’ date
Nothing but a red ink
To correct your spelling mistakes
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A Sound
Silence swaying swelled
Reverberations
Whisper broken spelled
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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
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A midnight thought
It's a silent night and half a truth.
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Tell me how you step into your name
In a silent change of paths
That always leave your steps on a threshold
In the lockedness of name
Easily like a deer
Taming a world within his horns
Painfully like a bee leaving the sting
To its foe
Who flies away to die alone
And which is even more important
With whose name on you lips
Will you step out of your naming
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The night is a stranger/Noc je stranac
He takes away my hands
He takes away my eyes
He takes away my hair
He gifts a handshake
He gifts a sight
He gifts a wind
I always stay emptied
In his beauty full
He's a secret dressed
In foams of silent seas
In my heart's tide
He comes back with each Moon
In hours disguised
To life me again
Noć je stranac
Odnosi mi ruke
Odnosi mi oči
Odnosi mi kosu
Poklanja rukovanje
Poklanja pogled
Poklanja vjetar
Ostajem uvijek ispražnjena
U njegovoj ljepoti puna
On je tajna obučena
U pjenu tihih mora
U plimi mog srca
Vraća se s Mjesecom
U sate prerušen
Iznova da me oživotvori
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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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Ti imaš svoja srca Marijo
Ona kucaju preko lanaca od straha
Kucaju tiho kucaju glasno
Ona kucaju preko života do praha
Kucaju neč ujno kucaju jasno
Ti imaš svoja srca Marijo
Ona se proljeć em otvaraju ko cvijet
Cvjetaju tiho preko vode polja
Ona se ruše i grade ko svijet
Što spašen reč e tvoja sam volja
Ti imaš svoja srca Marijo
Ona tiho gasnu ko svijeć e nad grobom
Sumrakom ranim na vjetru od riječ i
I tiho se bude pod skutom sa tobom
Melemom ljubavi srce da se liječ i
Ti imaš svoja srca Marijo
Kucaju nevino u kolijevci od krvi
Smrti se ne daju a humkom zidana
Da svjetlost vide kad dan im prvi
Ozari srca rukom tvojom vidana
Ti imaš svoja srca Marijo
Ona kucaju preko lanaca od straha
Kucaju tiho kucaju glasno
Ona kucaju preko života do praha
Kucaju neč ujno kucaju jasno
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Dream vision reality
Dream vision reality
Don't leave me as yet
In this broken space
Where to say a thing
Is merely a gift of time
Never to return
Сањај визију стварности
Не напуштај ме још
У овом простору сломљеном
Гдје речи било шта
Тек дар хе времена
Да се никад не врати
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Ideographs of the future
There are those who stand at the crossroads
Like raw emoticons cruelty imaged
There are those who stand around Harlequin
Flirting with insanity
As they never really got mad
And there are those who stand just nowhere
Lots of them dialogued as well
And many many more
The whole gallery
Half interpretable
Ideographs of the future
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Svitanje vjencava bat sanjanih koraka
svitanje vjenčava bat sanjanih koraka
sa tminom što dobuje tiho kraj uha
ono stapa svjetlost i vrelinu mraka
i šapat tad postaje naušnica sluha
i ruke tad postaju šareni leptiri
sa bjeline jastuka tiho budjeni
prste pomijeraju duboki nemiri
svakom znani dati svakome suđeni
nekom se kapci teški otvaraju
zjena misli pogled samo nemir biva
a u dnu sveg vida tmine se odmaraju
i u dnu sveg nemira tišina sniva
1995-2012
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He comes
He comes in the morning
With the eyes that tell me I love them
With the eyes glimmering in a beautiful mind
And he's always silent and I just want to hug him
He comes he leaves
He comes at noon
When all work stops and everyone is at the table
When everyone is together and he only is alone
And he says nothing and I just want to kiss him
He comes he leaves
He comes at twilight
In his hands carrying the burdens of a gifted day
With the hands calming down each touch
He's always silent and I just want to say something
He comes he leaves
He comes at midnight
When in each dream everyone's the same cradle
When everyone's asleep and he's swaying them
And he says nothing and I just want him to stay
He comes he leaves
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The Trees Know The Heart Of The Breeze
When gently touched in hugs of air
The sounds know the voice of the call
Addressed in a silent whisper of ease
Of relief deliverance from life in despair
Of irreplaceable love for each for all
This is why they sway in cradles of morns
This wind soothing cries of so many lips
Loved by the life that high above adorns
Open hands and light on the fingertips
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Marina who knew the wisdom of crying
Last night she shed a tear for me
Lost in her pond Love’s broken bonds
Lost in her sight Love’s misty nights
Lost in her eyes Marina broken I
Stood lost in her tears though I didn’t cry
For I am a lady who’s strong
I place my tears among
Deep skies of an eternal blue
Sorry Marina- I cannot cry for you
Dec 13th 2011.
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