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“Staklenik”

Patetika … kome ona treba kad je samo sluga,

Parazit kome je potrebna tuga ….

Ko jos guta slane suze i krije ih u grlu svom,

Lepo stoje, biser duse na licu mom….

Kuda luta sila moja, kad je moja dusa trazi,

Pesma kao vapaj kad otkriva svoje drazi ….

I lepa je kao osmeh u kisnom danu,

Svaki njen stih otvara novu ranu ….

Jos koja luzna kao mesecev cvet  …. prelep,

Nemoze ih videti neko ko je pri ociju slep….

Cuvam ih u stakleniku od crnog stakla,

Da ih nova svetlost dana ne bude takla …

Moje su , nedam ih nikom jer ih razumeti nece,

Ono sto druge zaustavlja, mene pokrece ….

Ostace tamo zakljucane u tami …

Plakacemo, pevacemo…  samo kad ostanemo sami ….

Nemoze svako podneti trnje koje nosim,

Dok ja polako koracam njime nogama bosim ….

I ruka moja ostace i dalje prazna,

Ko zna- zna, neko nikad i ne sazna …

“Cuddling sorrow”

Empty town build of foggy gray bricks in circle like a form,

My sorrow and I in my red room cuddling to keep me worm …

Cut me down deeper my dear and beloved one ….

Red blood in a red room like a fire in a forest that just begun …..

Warm blood in icy cold body, blue and stoned in ages of winters cold,

Gentle, my sorrow be quiet and do as you were told ….

Dry lips with one drop of water with a taste of red wine,

Mirage of fulfilled needs and a satisfied smile …..

Treatment of bites with a kiss or two in between,

Breathing skin white, soft  so clear and clean ….

My worst lover …. My best friend ……

Your cuddling is the only thing that I demand ….

 “Polarni snovi”

Mozaik snova na stotine kockica koje ja ne umem spojiti,

Pa mi jutro uvjek praznije od noci, bez upitnika i odgovara,

I neznam zasto se svako jutro budim ispucanih usana,

Koga sam ja to toliko ljubila nocas?  

Pa mi na usnama rane i bol  uz svaki dah koji ih lagano takne….

Vezanih ociju pokusavam da dolovim lik, koji mi pije snove iz izvora,

I ostavlja trag za sobom kao da zeli da bude nadjen, uhvacen ….

Ej ludo …. Tre*ace ti mnogo vise od suvih usana kad ti oziljak budu napravili …

Tamo negde na vratu , na putu ka srcu kroz krv koja kljuca …..

Pa ces potraziti ruke moje hladne da rasteraju vatru, zazeleces se leda mog ….

I kad te dodirnu na kozi vreloj kao severac koji ti kicmu ledi,

Pozeleces zimu u vecnom snegu i ledu kao nagradu koja ce vise kazna biti …

I noci duge kao polarne bez sunca pa ces sebe prokletnikom zvati,

Sto mene ovako ukletu na putu svom nadje da prokletsvo moje delis na pola,

Ni mucenici nisu ono sto zele biti kad ih ocima mojim gledas,

Pa lako nestaju kao dim koji ostvlja samo smrad za sobom ….

I ko te sad pita zelis li natrag, kada nema niceg tamo iza mene,

I posle zime ostaje zima kad te ja grlim rukama mojim

I nepustam provalnika iz lavirinta koji drugi zovu …. Snovi ….

“Selfish love”

Bitter taste of love, if you want to call it with a name,

Famous wall full of heads in a shiny hall of fame ….

One or two, more or less, the list is getting longer,

Weakening the weak but the strong are getting stronger …..

Selfish love like a meal served on a silver plate,

Human hart like a shape or symbol, tasty bait ….

So why do we ask for more with eternal hunger?

The only thing that make the older feel more younger ….

We breast feed each other with pure emotions coming from the deep,

Sometimes rarely in a shape of wolf, sometimes just a sheep …

Where do you see yourself when your wishes overcome your mind,

Are you brave enough to face the darkness, seek and you will find ….

You can’t run away from your mirror hanged above your head,

Every time you raise your eyes you will see if you are not afraid ….

Do you love me?

“Simply YOU ….”

The wind again has changed his course,

Ruthless, selfish showing all his force ….  

 Me and my despite in the middle of desert,

With all the pain and hurt gathered together….

In battle again, against the sand, against the sun,

Feelings unleashed like wild mustangs in run….

Battle for You …. Battle against You ….. You is I ….

Learn to walk and then run …. Now fly ……  

Going south, pointed north who gives a damn ….

The journey has begun….   

You behind me, like a shadow when I want to be alone,

You in front of me like a target well known …..

You’re my desert wind, crazy enough to stay on that path of mine,

Blue horizon to eternity, desert like a straight line ….

“Putokaz”

Neces se ti udaviti u mojim ocima kad saznas njhovu dubinu,

More soli odavno pesuseno ima samo tamnu mrlju,

Znam, potsetca na najtamniju noc koja nosi strah,

Pa tera decu u majcino krilo ne bi li ljubav cista donela jutro i zrak ….

Neces se ti izgubiti i nestati kad te progutaju,

Pa ti iskrama ceznje put belezim do srca,

I slep bio toplinom vodila bez njihove svetlosti

U ruke rasirene koje sam davno pruzila …

I cekam …

Cekam da mi dahom udahnes zivot na bezbozna usta,

Koje kunu,vredjaju, psuju  istim zarom kao sto vole,

Prose za kap vode umorne i zedne, grubost im mekocu skriva,

Okus limuna kiseo i gorak, znas da ga zele, znas da mole ….

Zazelela se ja jutra, posle dugog sna,

Da te u uglu sobe ugledam budnog posle neprospavane noci,

Neobrijanog kako uz sanljiv pogled galis moje pospano telo,

Pa da se u potpunosti predam, da sve crno obojim u belo …

I da, pozalices se Bogu na kolena koje klecaju pa ti korak sve manji,

Ruke nesmasne pa ti klize bez cilja,

Uste pohotne pa upijaju bez nasita …

A gde sam ja?

Svoj na svojem ….