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“The witch”

They called her “The Witch” blind as they can be,

She was just a human for the one who can see.

She was wearing black clothes always walking in silence,

They didn’t understood her peace so afraid of the violence…

She danced barefoot on the rain with no fear or need to hide,

They called that a witchcraft forgetting what the rain can provide…

She talked to the wind, like with old friend singing along,

They called that madness because they couldn’t hear a thing and that was wrong…

She was the nature’s child born bound with the earth cold and dark,

She was all alone because she didn’t try to hide the mark.

For the others she couldn’t care less like they don’t exist,

She could see the sun yet they can see only the mist ….

She carried alone her madness with no complains,

Searching for a soul mate on the path that remains…

He is there waiting on the other side of the road,

There is a whole world that divide them waiting to explode…

This world is covered with two colors black and white,

She was ruby red and that is just alright ….

“Second ring”

Gracious dark sky with lightning’s divided,

Rain drops on my window with no need to be guided…

Path cleared right in to my soul through my heart,

With the breathe of the wind, always together never apart ….

Like two rings on one hand, symbols of faith and devotion,

Is it just me, the blind believer or your point of notion?

Maybe I just miss you too much and a little bit more?

So I search for you in my dark hallways behind every closed door…

So what if you are not next to me to keep me warm at night,

So what if you are so far away, out of my range, out of my sight?

You left a piece of yourself in every corner like a precious jewel,

Like tinted art on my body so beautiful yet so cruel.

So my dear, the days pass by with no touch or a kiss,

I have it all even if I don’t - I score even if I miss.

You are the second ring on my hand you’ll have to remember it well,

With you by my side I’m ready to see heaven through hell ….  

“Glass room”

Steamy glass and rigid fingers drawing their path as one,

Breathing is hard, like slow choking with no pain, that just begun.

Clash of hot and cold in a war known long ago, familiar to me,

I’m the same that you know, the one you left me to be.

The room of glass has nothing to hide, neither from the sun nor the moon,

And the same old radio is playing over and over again the same old tune.

Locked in time for days, months and years waiting to pass by,

Standing still on the ground and yet with the eyes raised so high.

The sign “Fragile” is blinking like old reminder that now make me laugh,

From what I was once had like whole, now I don’t have a half.

I’m not afraid any more for the strikes that can break down the glass,

I will just walk away through the pile of the broken pieces, just pass.

There is a fresh air waiting for me on the top of that mountain high,

I’ll spread my arms wide running to embrace the sky.

I’m what I was meant to be when the wind wrote my destiny in the sand,

“Snovi u boji”

Ne ljubi me idiote, dok snevam raspustene kose,

Purpurne snove sto mi mir daju,

Ne budi me kad udahnem duboko,

Dobro poznaes miris koji moje noci nose.

Ne diraj opusteno telo moje,

Sto se belinom svojom bori protiv tame,

Ostavi ga uz topline koju pamti sa usana tvojih,

Niko te ne poznaje bolje od mene same.

Ne sapuci mi ponovo stihove

Pesme koju naizust znam,

Ja umem da snevam u boji, da budem uobrazena

I nije me sram….

Gledaj me dok spavam u miru,

Kako mi disanje grudi u ritmu krece,

Ono sto volim, ono sto zelim,

Nikada mi niko oduzeti nece.

Snovi moji su przima neka cudna,

Koja zrak svetlosti pretvara u dan,

Ja iste snove zivim i kad sam budna,

Jer moja buducnost nije samo san…

“Plastic world”

I’m still the selfish one,

You know the one, who can make the moon my midnight sun ….

I’m still the careless one,

You know the one, who does not walk but always run ….

I’m still the unkind one,

You know the one, who says “goodbye” before you begun …

Arrogant, noisy, dangerous … who cares?

I can touch the sky because you build me my stairs …

Don’t turn around when you feel a wet kiss on the back of your neck,

There is a real life beyond my dreams just another realty check …

And still I can see myself in your arms in pale moon light,

I will change the world through my eyes filled with night….

You might want to kiss me when I’m not around,

You might want to hear my voice when you don’t hear a sound …

This is not a plastic world, with Lego bricks around me,

This is what I’m waiting for the others to see ….

“Road to hell”

I wish I can lend you my eyes but closed, shut tight …

To let the darkness take over you, like the darkest night ….

My lips are hot with breath of the hell burning inside …

Loud scream of my body is what you hear when my hands are tied …

I want to feel your teeth, through your kiss on my neck,

If I give all in, you’ll have to give all back ….

Yes dear, all of this seems to dark, to rough,

You know what’s in it for me, never to much never enough ….

I can see myself walking on the water and it’s not a dream,

In your arms you release the titans of the passion in wild steam …

When you put your arms on my white silky skin,

All roads to hell are wide open with a new journey waiting to begin …

Are we still humans, just body’s in service of the lust,

Salt sweat, wet kisses and again desert full of dust …

I cannot put out the fire you light up in me alone …

I want just to make love to you in the center of the earth, on your throne …

“Sweet sorrow”

And again the rain i shooting from the dark sky,

Like tears of my body, braking down and cry ….

Shooting raindrops like holes in shiny shell,

Demons crawling out of me, released from hell …..

You can find and see that the face of sorrow is sweet,

So innocent and soft made for the big deceit …

With lips so wanting to open up your hunger,

As you are getting old she becomes younger ….

She’ll catch your eyes in darkness so divine,

With the sound of guitar and a glass of wine …

Seducer like no other lover you can compare to,

She makes her marks on your soul like beautiful tattoo ….

So don’t ask me why do I embrace her when she comes,

Or how I know when she is here when there are no fanfares, no drums ….

I can call her “sister” or a “mother”  in a visit of her child,

She is the only one who can make me gentle or make me wild …

With her I know that I still can feel and be alive,

That’s why my gates are wide opened waiting the arrive ….

The play of the shadow game that she showed me long ago,

Is what I love the most, trough that play I passed the time and grow ….

My sorrow is so sweet like the beads of autumn’s grape,

She made me, she gave me my shape …