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Pesma bezimena – A Poem With No Name

by on Jun.26, 2015, under Interesting Words on Love, Poems, Srpski

IMG_9172Znam te.

Znam da postojiš.

Znam i nemir kojim zračiš.

Nemir i još više.

Bezimeno osećanje.

Jer da ima ime bilo bi poredjenja.

A poredjenja, jezivo, nema.

 

Imaš i ime.

Ime koje se ne sme izreći.

U mislima, nikad te imenom ne zovem.

Nikad te ne zovem.

Nikad.

I mislima, samo te gledam.

I ti vidiš samo mene.

 

Tvoje oči me posmatraju.

Stalno.

Iako me ne vide – vide me stalno.

Tvoje oči su svačije oči.

Oči špijuna.

Oči ptica.

Oči dece.

Oči konja.

Oči običnih ljudi.

 

Dve slobodne duše.

Našle se i u strahu pobegle.

Strah je sve što znaju.

 

Platnom se pokrivam.

Dugačkim da me pokrije skroz.

Tamnim da me krije u senci.

Gledam is senke.

Pratim svetla iz senke.

Čuvam dušu u mraku.

Da ti nikad ime ne pozove.

 


 

IMG_9159I know you.

I know you exist.

I know the disturbance you cause.

It is a disturbance and some more.

It is a feeling that has no name.

To name that feeling would be to compare it.

It is scarily incomparable.

 

You have a name.

A name that must not be said.

So in my thoughts, I never call you by your name.

I never call you.

I never.

In my thoughts I only see you.

And you only see – me.

 

Your eyes are seeing me.

Always.

Even though they don’t see me – they see me always.

Your eyes are everyone’s eyes.

Eyes of spies.

Eyes of birds.

Eyes of children.

Eyes of horses.

Eyes of common people.

 

Two souls that are free.

They meet and run away in fear.

Fear is all they know.

 

I cover myself in cloth.

Long enough to cover me completely.

Dark enough to hide me in the shadows.

From shadows i look out.

From shadows I follow the lights.

Keeping my soul in the dark.

So it will never call your name.

 

 

 

 

 

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Kao da ne znam – As if I don’t know

by on Mar.21, 2015, under Poems, Srpski, Uncategorized

Kao da ne znam
Da se naša bliskost neće po dobru pamtiti.
Kao da ne znam
da se neke reči i dela ne mogu vratiti
čak i kada bih to od sveg srca htela.
Kao da ne znam da me tvoje oči pomno prate, svuda.

Eto, zakoračila sam prema tebi,
rekla sam ti sve što znam,
sve što me boli.

Trebalo bi biti lakše ali meni nije. Ustvari, loše mi je.
Znak loš, telo se bori protiv tebe.
Glava, razum, truje sve ostalo,
sve se u groznici trese i zebe.

Kao da ne znam
Da se ovakve stvari nikome ne dese sem meni.

 

As if I don’t know
That our closeness won’t be remembered for any good.
As if I don’t know
that I can’t retract some words and deeds
even if I wanted to, wholeheartedly.
As if I don’t know that your eyes keenly watch over me, everywhere.

There, I made a step towards you,
I told you everything I know,
Everything that pains me.

It should have eased the pain but it didn’t. In fact, I’m ill.
It’s a bad sign, my body fights you.
My head and mind poison the rest,
everything shakes and shivers in fever.

As if I don’t know
that these things happen to no one else but me.

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Blood-green ……. Krvavo zeleno

by on Dec.12, 2013, under Poems, Srpski

Blood-green

 

Morning dew evaporated into the blue.

In the moment of death and birth,

In the game of passion,

The extra-terrestrial gods

(without thinking, making a dangerous mistake)

gave the most beautiful green eyes

to a she-horse,

dark as night that keeps the Moon asleep.

 

Her dance sparked with green light under her hoofs.

Swallows drank rainwater from her hoofprints.

 

It was a quiet day, Wind was asleep.

At noon they tied her front legs.

She grazed peacefully,

Daydreaming of wheat and meadows, sleepwalking.

 

That evening fire gutted the sky,

Another fire gutted the land,

Fear poisoned her.

Ripping off the rope,

Breaking her legs –

Tied up,

She cried,

She screamed.

 

All by herself,

Alone in her fright,

Clean fight, neatly lost.

 

The darkness of the night blended with the darkness of her coat.

Only the two green Moons

Were shining.

Blood from her wounds spilt onto the darkness, painting it red,

Colours of evil diluted by her tears.

 

Green eyes losing the sheen.

Not a spark to be seen.

 

They tied her legs.

Fear poisoned her.

Swallows drank rainwater from her hoofprints.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Krvavo-zeleno

 

Jutarnja rosa je gorela u plavi dim.

U času umiranja i radjanja,

u igri strasti,

bogovi vanzemaljski

(ne misleći, kobnom nekom greškom)

dali su najlepse zelene oči

ždrebici

tamnoj kao noć u kojoj Luna spava.

 

Igre su njene bacale zelene iskre ispod kopita.

U otisku potkovice vodu su pile laste.

 

Dan je bio miran, Eol je spavao.

Za podneva vezaše joj noge.

Pasla je mirno,

Sanjala žito i livade, stojeći.

 

Uveče, velika vatra zapali nebo

i velika vatra zapali zemlju

i nju otrova strah.

Kidala je konop,

lomila noge, sapete,

plakala,

vrištala.

 

I nikog uz nju.

I nikog uz strah.

Čista borba, čisto izgubljena.

 

Noć se izjednačila sa bojom njene dlake.

Samo su dva meseca, zelena,

sjala.

A tamu je lagano u crveno bojila krv sa njenih rana,

I grozne boje su rastvarale njene suze.

 

Zelene oči su gubile sjaj.

Ni iskre više nema.

 

Vezaše joj noge.

Otrova je strah.

U otisku potkovice vodu su pile laste.

 

 

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