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“Lutalica”

 

Ne, ne bih da te opsujem,

Niti prokunem uz blagoslov…

Lutalice zar svoje mesto neznas,

Pa mi upitnike ko na kvizu saljes?

 

Kud srljas kao da ti putokaz vec nisam dala,

Znas napamet da jedini put ide u dubinu….

I tamo gde vazduh vodu od neba razdvaja,

U daljini ih ipak onako nevidljiv spaja ….

 

Pogledaj me jos jednom, dobro zatvorenih ociju,

Ne bi li sebe u mom telu zarobljenog video,

Pa uz glasan uzdah kroz tisinu gluvu

Pozeli dan slobode uz miris mora ….

 

I koga sem mene, briga sto mi usne trnu,

U zudnji i zedji za poljupcem tvojim,

Uz buku glasnu kao da se rat vodi iz tela,

Koje sam bar jednom u potpunosti predati htela ….

 

Pokidaj epolete i ordenje slavno,

Koje ti prolaznici kao heroju stavljaju na grudi,

Ne interesuje me sjaj zvezda i kamena od stakla,

Uzmi sve i nista nediraj da znam da sam ja tebe dotakla….

 

Hocu da vodim ljubav sklopljenih ociju po danu,

Da ti uz zagrljaj poljubim pulsirajuce mesto na vratu ….

A kad ti ruke osetim na kozi i kad pocnes polako da gubis dah,

Pitacu jos jednom, iz inata ….

Volis li … Znas li …. Trebas li …. SADA ….

Изменето од Blue Scarlet - 15.Јануари.2011 во 23:39

“Table for two”

 

Windy dark night with shivering candle light,

Winter garden opened under the heavy sky covered in white …..

Table for two on the place where winds cross their paths …..

Where the orchestra of feelings plays a symphony with exchange of breaths ….

Vanity wide spread with curtain embroidered with stars,

Mixing the smell of strong perfumes and expensive cigars ….   

Memory of colorful butterfly wings on the path walk,

Fulfilled journey to the other side of the table made of gray rock ….

Like a cliff hanging in the space between ….

The deep sea under and the sky above like a movie screen ….

Table for two with place just for one,

So big and open with a tasty dinner that just begun ….

Two glasses filled with the same red wine,

My place is yours and yours is still mine …

Table for two and a lady in long black dress,

Selfishly beautiful in her pride, taking everything and nothing less ….

“Muzika u uglu”

 

“Igraj” – cuje se sapat iz tame dok vatra pucketa u kaminu,

Nek ti tamna soba bude scena za jednocinku dugu,

I koga sad briga sto pokriv prokisnjava kad zelim ispuniti zelju tvoju,

U sarenoj sobi ne postoji mesto za sivu boju ….  

“Rasiri ruke” – ne pokusavaj da sakrijes zavoje uprljane krvlju,

Nije to drama koja uz suze nosi vecu slavu,

Vec vatromet u svakom koraku, u novom stihu, u kratkom uzdahu,

I tiha muzika u uglu kao vetar koji brise prasinu u mahu ….

“Zatvori oci” – nek ti tamna noc bude jasna kao suncan dan,

Uz senke koje vatra stvara nikad nisi sam,

I mesec napolju moze ljubomoru svoju skriti u oblaku tamnom,

Ne gledaj me u zelji vec vodi ljubav samnom …

“Zasto je haljina pala na podu?” – plava joj se boja razlila u tepih,

Ne, ne gazim je …. Igram uz muziku iz ugla sobe,

I kad mi kapi iz plafona padaju na lice ne trudim se da ih obrisem,

Ponecu ih u jutro samnom kad se probudim a sva na tebe mirisem …

I igracu uz muziku tu neumorno, kad mi zvoni u glavi,

A ti gledaj kako bose noge na prstima u vodi krecem,

Pomesaj moju belu i njegovu plavu u jedno,

Skitnica zna da zivi lepo i nikada se nece osecati bedno …

“House of mirrors”

 

Silent whisper of words that should be screamed loud,

Bend down face in the corner of the room, ashamed when it should be proud …

Dark room full of flashlights, they reveal so little of what I can give,

Attack if you want to defend the one thing that you can’t forget and forgive …

What can you offer when you’re hiding your hands behind your back?

How can I hug you? How can I kiss you on the side of your neck?

I cannot find you when you wait for me on the other side of a closed door,

Waiting for a sign, waiting for me to beg for more and more …

Living in a house of mirrors i give moments in every second away,

Each and every one is for the one who want to catch them and stay ….

The reflections of my wish is in the mirror on the sealing,

From above you are looking and you know what I’m feeling …

On the left side of the wall hidden mirror of demands,

There I stand still for days with eyes full of lust and wide opened hands ….

Right mirror is the biggest with colorful dreams as a wide screen,

You can have an all day long entertainment, in every corner different scene …

Under my feet there is a mirror hidden with sand and dust ….

The steps to the future can be strong and sure only if you have trust …

 

“Sidewalks”

 

Light steps on the side walk wet and clean,

Sad eyes and a smile on a face what does that mean?

Red umbrella in a grey afternoon is in it autumn great,

Fingers crossed and just one green light is that a fate?

Who is that girl who defy the rain with no fear,

Is she in love again crossing the final frontier?

Questions and question marks is that the shape of life?

Just sharp razors and sometimes even a knife ….   

So tell me, can you drink the sorrow from my eyes,

Can I tell that you are brave to try or are you wise?

When one sun rises from the east and other from the west,

Can you offer more or tell me that I’m blessed?

Wet footsteps on a rainy day what did you expect?

Fast rivers and steamy falls in my soul that’s the affect …

But don’t worry my dear that’s just me, the one you know

The one who can turn the gray sidewalks in white snow …

And I rise my glass of red wine for more days like this,

When I will pass my soul to you through a long kiss …   

Изменето од Blue Scarlet - 03.Декември.2010 во 00:11

...пак дождовни капки на стаклото
ритамот кој ме доведува до лудило
како да ми ја корне душата
како да ми ја бразди кожата
како секоја капка да ми откинува дел од срцето
ќе ги покријам очите
ќе ги затворам ушите
ќе се слеам со тенката патека
 од капката врз  мојот прозорец
ќе бидам воден меур во твојата зеница
мисла која ќе те мори во ноќта
желба која те раскинува
насмевка која те дочекува на крајот од патот...

“Theater”

 

What an audience, sitting down speechless in the dark,

Theater of life on the streets of my city is living unreadable mark,

Dreaming about the prince fearing of the clown ….

There is only one princess worthy of your crown.

Old black and white movies can bring you a story full of colors if you want to see,

A touch of your illusion and my dreams will summon tornados of passion,

With unwritten screenplay, words not bounded but free ….

There on the center of the first act a kiss was written for the ones willing to feel,

My lips on yours like perfect match, fillings closed with a seal …

Act two carry heavy burden with the name of lust written on my skin,

Your hands on my body, devil’s dance, godless sin ….

Act three is a closure with calmness that brings peace,

But we are not grown to that yet when more demons are waiting for their release…

My theater is on your stage building a life of its own,

This is new wonder of my life, never seen – never known.

Изменето од Blue Scarlet - 12.Ноември.2010 во 18:51