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You’re here
In the poetry still unborn
In the gaze still unlooked
In the music still unheard
 

We assemble
In the unfinished time
On the non-existent island
With its fickly nocturnal clouds
 

I caress you

With the playful autumnal wind
And embrace you
With its tireless vortexes
 

I kiss you
With the translucent wintry dew
While we dance the enchanted spring Waltz…

 

Everywhere around
New life levitates
While we respire the scent of young jasmine trees!
 

We would meet…
Summertime,
And You, over my lap with your sleepy eyes
Wouldn’t know if it is me that grazes your face
Or it’s just the air that shivers


In every encounter a separation emerges


Only that’s the reason why the wind is errant
The cloud ungraspable
The island dreamt
The dew transient
The summer inebriating
And the Tanz eternal
 

So we never separate
And always reassemble

 

2014

Quietly, calmly,

your silhouette enters below my skin,

sneaks on its tiptoes,

caresses with its breath

and comes closer with confidence

to reach that which profoundly,

deeply in my pores

lives since a long time ago,

that which,

when I'm alone

while listening the tapping of my beats,

and which

in such rhythm inebriated by hopelessness,

not even I know what it is weaved of,

what it survives of

and which life potions  drinks from,

That which, when no one else is there

to disrupt those bottomless sounds,

Hurts,

Invokes tears,

Flusters the heath

and silences the voice...

 

It is that powerful

but it can,

at one glance,

one moment,

one ending of eternity,

in a million and more tiny scintillations,

Be dispersed

fly away

And vanish

 

looking for a shelter somewhere in the dieslessness

until slowly

imperceptibly

shyly

fading away

and drying up

becoming the light of the new dawn

and the end of the old twilights.

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2011

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“Si tuvieramos todos:

Pudor,

Decencia,

Sinceridad,

Valor de decir todo lo que sentimos,

De mirar a los ojos,

Ajenos y propios,

Y al espejo de vez en cuando,

Franqueza en cada movimiento,

La fuerza para enfrentar las injusticias,

El dinero suficiente para dar a cada limosnero que sin mano llora,

El motivo para levantarnos de las rodillas siempre que nos parezca que estamos delante los “Grandes”…

Viviríamos en un mundo de felicidad e igualdad, un mundo que no sería la Tierra.

 

 

 

(Written on 15th of April, 2005, five years before the decision to live in Spain, three years before meeting the first Spanish-speaking person, and without ever specifically studying Spanish language (20 years of age).

Wake me up

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I dream of no one being there

of the silence that sings of music

as the cry of smiling

I dream of the sorrow that conjures joy

as the solitude a partner

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The bottom lusts the skies

as the fall flight

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Wake me up

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I embrace the air

But my arms are empty

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Wake me up from the reality

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2011

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Vino el momento último

Empezó el fin

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A hurtadillas se está riendo

como al mismo Arlequín

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Sin el espejo no lo veo

como si lo tuviera en la frente

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El amor no se pienza

La razón no se siente

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2007

Tiho

tiho

tvoja sena mi pod kožu ulazi

Na prstima se prikrada

Dahom miluje

I sigurno se bliži

da dotakne ono što duboko,

Duboko u mojim porama

Odavno živi

Ono što ,

Kad sam sama

dok osluškujem topot svih svojih otkucaja,

I što

U tom ritmu opijenom beznađem,

ni sama

ne znam od čega je satkano,

od čega živi

i koje životne sokove ispija

Ono što,

Kada nikog nema

Da naruši te bezdane zvuke,

 

Boli

Suze priziva

 Srce usplahiri

I utihnjuje glas

 

Toliko moćno je

a može se

Na jedan pogled,

jedan trenutak,

jedan kraj večnosti,

u milion i više

malih treptaja

raspšiti

odleteti

 

I nestati

 

tražeši utočiste negde u bezdanici

 

sve dok polako

neprimetno

stidljivo

ne usahne

i presahne

postajući svetlost

nove zore

I kraj starih sumraka

 

2011

(Ciganine sviraj, sviraj - Mostar Sevdah Reunion i Ljiljana Buttler)

 

 

 

 

Probudi me

 

Sanjam da nema nikoga

i da tišina peva o muzici

a plač o smehu

sanjam

da tuga priziva radost

a osama druga

Probudi me

 

Dno čezne za nebom

A pad za lêtom

 

Probudi me

 

Grlim vazduh

A ruke su mi prazne

 

Probudi me iz stvarnosti

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2011

Tu si

U još nenastaloj poeziji

neviđenom pogledu

nedoslušanoj muzici

 

Sastajemo se

U nesvršenom vremenu

Na nepostojećem  ostrvu

i nestalnim oblacima noći

 

Dodirujem te

Nestašnim  jesenjim vetrom

I

Grlim

neumornim njegovim kovitlacima

 

Ljubim te

prozračnom zimskom rosom

dok plešemo opijeni prolećni valcer

 

Svuda oko nas

lebdi novi život

i udišemo polen mladih trešanja!

 

Sreli bismo se

Leto je

a ti, na mom krilu sa sklopljenim očima

 ne bi znao 

jesam li ja ta što ti miluje lice

ili je to vazduh koji podrhtava

 

 

U svakom susretu rastanak se rađa

 

Samo zbog toga vetar je lutalica

Oblak neuhvatljiv

Ostrvo snevano

Rosa prolazna

Leto opojno

A tanc večit

 

Da se nikada ne rastanemo

I stalno susrećemo

 

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2011

"The Waltz of Utopia"

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