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“Utopia”

Why are you calling my name with soundless scream?

Just another flashback from an old dream …

Why do you search for familiar face in an empty room?

A flower never grown up, never seen in bloom ….

Don’t reach up for me with the pain of empty hands,

I’m no longer worthy to satisfy your demands ……   

Don’t look in my darkness with sunlight in your eyes,

I’m the lady of the night, dying when the sun rise ….

 Don’t offer me your lips full of passionate fire,

I’m just a statue of ice, vanishing under desire ….

Don’t place out your body to protect my fragile space,

I’m unreachable on the top on my tenderness and grace …

My world is utopia but I’m still the mother queen,

Well known evergreen on a wide screen ….

“Misty Road”

Why do you think that I lost my road?

Covered with mist but I can see the tablet of gold,

I didn’t forget or lose my birthright code,

I know how to survive on the wind when it’s cold.

To many shadows surround my place,

I did lost my light but I’ll never lose the trace …

My eyes are shut tight for the humanly greed,

My wounds are opened again I let them bleed.

I have a world not with one sun but with two,

They will provide the light to pass this through.

 What is the price for a lost cause?

What is the reword for the actress other than applause?

I would rip my heart out for you, to make you see,

What’s in there so priceless for me …

Forgive and forget, two things big as the sky

You know that don’t you, without asking why ….

“Non – sense”

Ko moze videti zalegjene reke na pustinjskom suncu,

Otsjaj leda sto u slepilo vodi a toplinu stvara,

Oci pustinjaka vide sve lepote jer on dusu otvara.

Ko moze videti igru leptira na punom mjesecu,

Muziku koju samo oni cuti mogu uz nezan zamah sarenih krila,

Vuk samotnjak zavija iz daljine da bi noc tu samocu skrila.

Sta to vide oci nase, dubine duse je odraz u ogledalu,

Fatamorgana ukotvena u zeljama ljudskim da ugase svoju zed,

Rasirene ruke koje samo traziti znaju uvjek dobijaju praznocu i led.

I ja sam opet podala svoje ruke, da kroz njih protrljam zemlju crnu,

Od koje se svi boje i zaboravljaju da ona iz nistavila zivot stvara,

Uz blagoslov njen razgorece se novi plamen od pepela i zara.

Ne sudite covjeku sto je covek ostao, nije to greh,

Pogledaj u oci moje da ludilo moje vidis i radost koju ono nosi,

Kad opet podajem usne svoje i osetim vetar u svojoj kosi,

Shvatices zasto slavim zivot i klanjam se novoj nadi,

Uzimaj, pruzaj, voli, mrzi …. Sto srce kaze to i radi.

“Chosen one”

Dark streets and filthy corners of my city of dreams,

It’s been a while since the last time I have been here,

Sometimes I take a lonely walk without my puppeteer.

I can hear your laughter like echo crushing on the wall,

I’m ready dressed up in my nakedness with my hear let down,

Waiting for the heavy velvet curtains, red as the blood to fall…   

 I’m your “Chosen one” filled with dignity and pride,

Raised by the wind, learned from the rain in glory of the night,

No one standing in front of me, no one by my side…

You lift me up above the city of my dreams on the throne of life,

But you left the stairs like a monument of fallen tears

To prevent the raised head to forget about the stabbing knife …

The “Chosen one” is my new name hanged on a golden pendent on your neck,

You gave up, I surrendered ...  My Dear there’s no turning back.

“Waiting”

Here I’m my dear in my red dress barefoot in the center of the room,

Wearing all the shiny stars in my hair and my favorite perfume …

Screaming corners are calling me with thousands shadows to hide,

No! I’m standing here waiting for him filled with passion, filled with pride ….

Familiar touch and two hands around my waist reaching from the dark,

Wet kiss on the back of my neck and a smile for another bite mark …..

Tell me that I’m beautiful from your lips, with your voice it sounds so true,

When I bend down my head, when I close my eyes I do that just for you…

So when you are watching me from the door step while I peacefully wait,

You divide yourself from the other mortals, that’s why you are so great…

Is this another poem that praises the love, I don’t give a damn,

To much has been given away and so little stays for the final exam…

I keep on waiting in the center of my room like a sacred ritual every night,

Waiting for the wind, the rain …. Waiting to do everything right ….

“Beyond and above”

My late nights, I give them to you my dear,

When everyone falls asleep, you are so near,

Do you know that I don’t have other voices in my head?

You are the only thing that I carry with me in my bed.

Now dreams cover my soul in the labyrinth full of mist,

Like a game with so wanted prize and me waiting to be kissed…

New gates for my runaway now unlocked with no chains,

And just one picture like memorial that always remains.

On the first bridge above the river of silence I stand,

With wide opened eyes and lips with quiet demand…

Whispering a prayer well known just for me,

I’m there because you want me to be.

I did remembered the cold black earth,

I carry the smell since the day of my birth.

Now I keep my eyes on the wide blue sky,

Living in the sand watch as the time passes by...

Waiting is nothing if you can see what’s beyond and above,

Maybe it’s called fortune, maybe it’s called love.