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Od vremena,

Od nemira,

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Negdje duboko dolje
Gdje rijec ne dolazi lako

A ljepotu njenu prepoznaje svatko..

In the world made of steel,

You swallow your pride
you hide your tears,
If we are too gentle, sensitive and caring

We are nothing..!
We will be lost!
In the moment time will pass!

Behind us..

Roses will lose own smell

Rain will be a teardrop away,

What could you do?!

What could you say?

Turn around and face a true life..

As well hear the music
When I close my eyes
My feelings are travelling
Through the deepest tunnels,
Having some secrets of its own..

I am getting up!

Stronger and fearless

I am a women
Who will be as well made of steel
As the steel is needed in order to survive,
The madness around…

Upalite svjecu mrak donosi sjetu i sivilo

u dane i noci..

ljudi se guse, bjeze, ispravljaju rijeci

gube sve u zanosu, prije nego uspiju do cilja doci.
Zvizduci, povici i krici

paraju nocni ritam, kako se otvoriti i reci

da si izgubio smisao u sivilu

sto se gomila po tvojim prozorima?

Kako odvojiti sivilo od boja sto su prekrile dan,

kako obojati jutra ako je noc zaspala na jastuku sama?

Gdje smo se skrili, u misje rupe zavukli

pa se vucemo ispod zemlje zatvorenih ociju

I puzimo iznenadjeni sto je novi dan osvanuo…?

A sivilo, kombinacija boja srebrebog veselja

vec se ugostila sama,

Kaze nije joj potrebno drustvo,

Kad zagrne se plastom svaka karika izblijedi svitanjem,

a ona ostaje dama uhvacena u ostrice pohotnih jezika.

Sivilo postaje izlaz iz neostvarenih snova,

izbavljenje od prirodnih otrova,

sivilo probudi i u njoj novi plan..

kako da seta uz ritam noci

bez obzira gdje se zaustavila,

na koju je ostricu naletila,

bez obzira je li se boja izmjesala..

sivilo je beskrajno trajno

ako mu ne udahnemo boje druge..

Paucina…

Kako bi bilo otvoriti oci,

Skinuti paucinu sa zjenica,

Jednim pokretom kao sto skinemo znoj sa cela?

Kako bi bilo promijeniti svoj dodir sa svijetom?

Izbrisati kukolj jednim dodirom,

Kao kad se univamo..

I skidamo naporan dan sa nasih obraza
Pokretom rucnika?

Na rucniku ostane sva prljavstina dana,

A u nama i na nama cista, svijetlla oprana tijela.

Kako bi bilo pjevati na sav glasIz petnih zila..

Da sva stakla popucaju od naseg unutrasnjeg poriva,

A mi da se budimo olaksani

Bez tereta, bez tovara sto nas gura,

Da se odmaramo i onda kad nam nije do odmora?!

Kako bi bilo da su sva jutra provucena

I destlirana kao voda koju cijedimo iz dana u dan?

Sigurni da smo skinuli paucinu iz nasih zivota

onako kao sto se skine prljavstina..

Sve u jednom pokretu.

Snagom ratnika!

Voljom junaka!

Majcinskom ljubavi..!

Kako bi bilo da se i ti probudis u zagrljaju

U ramenu svog junaka bez paucine u ocima..

Ovako kao ja?

Kako bi bilo,

Bi li prepoznala da je to ljubav

Ili bi joj trazila opravdanja?

Kako bi bilo da zagrlis sebe,

Utones u sopstveni mir..

Obuhvatis se rukama u zagrljaj,

Zadrmas svemir..?!

Osjetila bi buru o kojoj ti pricam,

Osjetila bi dodir vjecan,

Istopila bi se u njegovom zagrljaju.

Isto kao i ja..!
Samo kad bi skinula,

Tu paucinu s ociju sad..

O more sinje…

O tebi se pjevale pjesme godinama i decenijama,

Utapkano si u scenarije i filmove,

Ladje i brodovi se nasukali..

I Titanik je podlegao tvome caru
i nazalost potonuo..
Bilo si i okrutno, nemilosrdnoI mirno, dobrocudno
neke zivote si i spasio..Nekima si lekciju podjelio..

Da budu spremni kad na put krenu..

Jos uvijek hladis, slavis i zboris

Jezikom duse..

Zoves, millujes kad hoces da se odmoris.

Pulsiras u danu ritmikom srca

Gdje su ti vode prozirno ciste,

njeznosti odane,

Ako u buru nisu zasle I oluju zaobisle..

Tvoji valovi su nevini i snazni,

odani tebi..A ti ih lomis

dok se trudis da pridjes obali..

A setac, zastao na obali,

posmatra to vjecito natezanje valova

i njegovih struja, kad uzdahne a ocean odgovori svojom melodijom
i tada priroda se sva u sebe uvuce..Hoda us njega ne dodirujuci,

A on ipak stopala smoci klicuci.. Povlaci se more u svoje korito,

Ostavljajuci bijeli trag,, slani okus u ustima

I beskrajno plavetnilo u ocima. .I ti sto posmatras sa strane te promjene,

kad udahnes zrnce te ljepote,

I u tebi, sva se cula stope, pleses, pjevas, dises
i sretan uzdises, siguran sto si pronasao srodnost sa nesvakidasnjom nemirnom ljepotom, koja vjekovima prekriva stijene,

vukuci svoj tovar oko svijeta, bijesni doticuci grebene ..

Cesto se pitam sto bi meni znacillo more, ocean rijeka ili voda..

Da se pored rijeke nisam rodila..? Kako i koliko ga osjecam u svojim venama.,

Znam da smo povezani jos od krstaskih ratova..
Jos od vikinga i njihovih krstarenja,

Jos od ameba i njihovog postanka..

Stopila se vanzemaljska snaga s njegovim virom,

Smirila se oluja u njegovom zagrljaju..

Putujes po njenoj povrsini, dok odmaras oci na horizontu..

Vjerna svom zivotu, slobodi i prostranstvu..

Budi i ti more i reci da te njegova struja ne budi
i povlaci..
Ako je ne mozes osjetiti..
Ja ti smirenje ne mogu pokloniti….

The blue sea ..

About the blue ocean

Songs have been sung for years,

for decades you were immersed in screenplays and movies,

Ships and yachts run aground,
I Titanik succumbed to your emperor and unfortunately sank ..

You were also cruel, ruthless and calm,

benevolent,

You saved some lives ..

You shared a lesson with some ..

teach them how to be ready when they set off ..

You’re still chilling, celebrating and talking

In the language of the soul your name is celebrated,,

you cuddling others when you want to rest.
You pulsate in the day with the rhythm of the heart

Your waters are transparently clean, I could find a loyalty stays well with tenderness,

If they didn’t fall into the storm they would bypassed it.

Your waves are innocent and strong loyal to you ..
And you break them while you try to reach the shore ..

A walker, paused on the shore observing

this eternal stretching of the waves and Its currents ..

When he sighs and the ocean it’s responds with its melody,

And then nature is all absorbed in itself ..
stranger walks into it without touching it

And yet he sucks his feet by cheering ..

The sea recedes into its bed,

Leaving a white mark,

Salty taste in the mouth And endless blue in the eyes ..

And you are watching from the side
Those changes

When you inhale the grains of that beauty

You have heard all footsteps,

you dance, sing, and overly present happiness,

I’m sure you’ve found a kinship with the unusually restless beauty

Which has been covered with rocks for centuries

When you start your journey you know that your bag is full of worries,

your load will stay with you while you are traveling around .

are you becoming furious from touching the ridge ..
in my mind pops the question,

and I often wonder what the sea, ocean, river or water would mean to me?!
If I wasn’t born by the river …?
How and how much I feel it in my veins?
I know we’re connected ever since the Crusades ..
Ever since the Vikings and their cruises,

Ever since the amoeba and their origin ..

The alien force merged with his vortex,

The storm in his embrace has subsided.
You travel on its surface

As you rest your eyes on the horizon ..

you are faithful to the life, freedom and space ..

Be the sea and say
that its current

does not wake you

and pull you away.
If you can’t feel it ..
I can’t calm you…

no way!!!

You know that you are beyond of beautiful..

Beyond any beliefs, 

Beyond any threats,

Tragedy and mischief..

You are my soul, 

My friend,

My companion,

My husband,

and my love.

You found me 

And…

A shelter in my heart..

Thank you for being a great part of my life…

Love is beyond, 

and has always been a big part

Of our lives..

That surrounded us,

From the day one..

When our eyes touched,

We became inseparable: 

Strong and connected ,

We became love souls,

We became friends..

How could you even ask for more..

There is almost none ..

That I could share all my thoughts,

As the way I could share it with you..

You always find a way,

To complete what I want to say..

You support me there when nobody else cared,

You were nurturing and caring,

When I needed.

Pushy and demanding,

When I became weak..

From the teacher, supporter and guider..

You  provide me with the best and honest critics.

With your own critics and cynicism.

You make me to understand 

Where does reality emerge and begin..

Thank you for being you..

Love is a beautiful gift 

Because the love is you…!

Prazna casa na mom stolu, voda je izlapila iz nje ni snage ni volje..
Da ustanem i dosipam..Cudim se sto me uhvati melankonlija..

A znam biti ce bolje..Kisno jutro vjetrom zarobljeno, pokvasilo je moje prozore, ja sa druge strane mog prozora, iz tople sobe posmatram joj mokre tragove.
Na trenutak dusa mi pozeljela,

Da mi kisa lice okupa, dok sam joj nogu pruzila. .Ona me svojim pljuskom poprska od glave do pete..I sva sam mokra..Svaki pokret je ostao prikriven! Necujan u noci sto samo pljuskom razbija tisinu. Prici cu joj ipak malo,

jos mi je do dodira sa kisom stalo. Na rubovima plocnika svijetla grada su zaspala. Kotrljaju se zalutala stopala, prsti kapljica po vjernim grancicama, Okupanog kisom drveca. Smijem se i pitam vjetar,

Dok se nad gradom nadvila tama, u tisini moje verande,

Je li mi prijeti veceras?

Ili mi se sveti, sto uz kisni ritam, ja jos o ljubavi razmisljam..

Zasto kriviti Boga? Ako je covjek i svjedok, sudac i krvnik

Ako je covjek odlucio

Nacin na koji ce da zivi?!

Bog nikom niti je oduzeo, niti zabranio

Da radi po volji..On od nas ocekuje da se trudimo..

Nadjemo snage biti bolji.

Nije ni vazno kako cemo Boga zvati, koji cemo mu nadimak dati,

on isitm jezikom prica sa svim nacijama i religijama,

koje su se uvukle u covjecanstvo, od dana naseg postanka..

Pa od nas samih traze razlike..I uce nas voliti pogresno.

Zasto kriviti Boga?

Pa nije on zamolio, ni pokrenuo, niti odobrio ratovima da se vode..

On je sjeme srece posadio, lijepu rijec i dah svima jednako podario,

Prvi uzdah poklonio.. A covjek se nasao uvrjedjen pa tjera po svome…

I nadje snage da okrivi Boga za svoje greske i padove.. Nije Bog taj sto pravi razlike u nama. Niti je on tu, da nam nam volju oduzima i slama..

Nije Bog sudac nas, niti neprijatelj, on je tu ako zelimo da nas izbavi iz zla i ruku mu pruzimo. Za Boga mi smo svi djeca ista,on nas voli sve jednako..

Pa to bi bilo kao da pitate majku, koje cedo bi izabralo, a koje ostavilo..Majka voli i ono dijete sto je pogrijesilo, i ono dijete sto ju je obradovalo.. Ako u svojoj dusi je cista..

Za ljubav majcinu sva njena djeca su ista,

U njenom zagrljaju mjesta uvijek ima i njezne rijeci, i toplog pogleda u njenim ocima. Tako je i na nebeskom svodu, Bog u svojoj basti i srcu ima mjesta za sve. Na nama je da odlucimo kako i gdje idemo,

s kakvim pogledom obuhvacamo svijet..

Why we accuse God of guilt?

Why blame God?
 A man is a witness, a judge and an executioner. 
The man decided the way he will live,
God neither took away 
nor forbade anyone to live as per own will.. 
He expects us to try, 
to find the strength to be better. 
It doesn't matter what we call God, 
it does not matter 
under which nickname he is around. 
He speaks the same language 
with all the nations and religions...
that they have crept into humanity, 
from the first day of our existence.. 
They initiated differences .. 
And they teach us how not to love each other,
 or love wrongly.
 Why do we blame God? 
Well, he didn't ask, 
did not start,
nor approved of wars to be fought ..
 He planted the seed of happiness, 
he shared sweat word 
and equally gave a gift of a first breath, 
The man found himself offended 
so he pushes on his own ... 
And yet, 
he found the strength to blame God 
for own mistakes and failures .. 
It is not God who makes us different, 
nor is he here, 
to take away our will, fights, 
hopes and straw .. 
God is not our judge, 
nor our enemy ... 
He's here if we want 
and need to be free from evil 
and give us a hand and hope,
if we need support 
and to be taken care off.
God sees us all as his children 
for him we are the same.
 He loves us all equally .. 
no question there. 
If you are questioning his love, 
it would be as if you are asking a mother 
which child she would pick 
and or leave 
to face uncertainty and fear.. 
The mother also loves her children equally, 
she loves the same 
the child who made a mistake 
and the child that provides her with happiness..
If the mother has a pure soul .. 
She loves all her children the same, 
providing them with a support, 
with a shoulder to cry, 
gentle words and a soft touch. 
They could always find 
a soft and warm look in her eyes.. 
So it is the same 
above in the firmament, 
God shares his love 
and has a space in his garden. 
In his heart there is room for everyone 
at the end, 
it is up to us to decide how, 
why and where we would go to start 
the new world and 
start to care..