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  • Dj LOKIN

    Dugo ovo za chitat pa nisam ni prochitao ,a kome je chitanje dobra donjelo , nego hoche mo li malo zapivat ....!???

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    18.11.2008. (00:33)    -   -   -   -  

  • hebatga

    Ma sjecham se da sam tog Mak-a zbog necheg u shkoli mrzio. A sad mi sinu.

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    18.11.2008. (00:50)    -   -   -   -  

  • Reader in the antipodes

    Always, always the same story.

    It has become my custom to mark anniversaries with quotations, so here is one more occasion of the fall of a city, and it could be any city, on the occasion of a war, and it could be any war, and on the occasion of peace, and it could be any peace, because there is no peace in time unless there is peace for the peaceful.

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    18.11.2008. (03:30)    -   -   -   -  

  • Reader in the antipodes

    Mak Dizdar

    Brotnjice

    We waited for a long time to know how long we
    waited
    Some were empty handed and others did not know how to throw
    All equally to turn to the sun, but different fates
    There were also some who sprouted where it never shone
    There were some who bravely denied but never in themselves (?)
    So now wanton as drunkards from old hopes to new they stray
    There are some that worked diligently a rabbit spit like a rabbit
    There are some who loved more than anything to be on a high branch
    But that dove is in hands which we just gave you from the heart
    And raven attics sat on our brain and and the top that suffering
    Nor did we call him possessed by time when violently at us
    He comes
    Whether any remembers a time when he was not against us

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    18.11.2008. (04:36)    -   -   -   -  

  • Reader in the antipodes

    Through a mesh of long past promises we go
    What hides in front of us ever more solid, more mad
    good day good days of a good day but yet always with good
    Through brambles black through thorns of time through devils through
    diviners
    Hands are still there but still cannot manage
    Because we still can't find the cure
    Except for those old prayers
    Except for those old curses
    Except
    From Drina to Ukrina and Sava from Una and and Sana to Rama and Neretva
    They scare you with demons and cold cities and dry winds
    They scare you with your forces with howls in the sky and (?)
    So you do not profit from the seeds from the confusion of your forces
    Still we have no cure except these prayers and curses
    But they do not accept our prayers as prayers or our curses as curses
    Though we lead a diviner steadily and securely strong with the devil
    So we release the lands and powers devilishly
    And so through the mighty stars that twinkle in the wing of moonlight
    Between falconer and lord beside zdura and providura beyond agalara

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    18.11.2008. (07:23)    -   -   -   -  

  • Reader in the antipodes

    We clear the land through Greece through spearing branches through days of linen
    Through days of tomorrow
    through those of our morning
    All through live wounds
    With a dove in our hand that is not ours
    With a raven crow that burns on our head
    Whence do they say now
    Where do they say then
    When do they ever say
    A rabbit like a rabbit
    Always on the moon
    Never here
    possessed by time that only entered us who are in it
    We are
    Nobody
    Whether they are aware of the time which did not betray anybody
    We go through a good day good days by a good day where you are
    That you are
    Still we do not medicate ourselves with many cures because
    We still don't find the cure
    except these prayers of charmed (?)
    Of elven tricks
    And curses here from many swearers to poor swearers
    They scare you demons with ancillary (?)
    with black colours
    That you do not profit from the confusion from the seeds.

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    18.11.2008. (08:24)    -   -   -   -  

  • Reader in the antipodes

    (mili hrvati, oprostite da prevodim lose.)

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    18.11.2008. (08:26)    -   -   -   -  

  • Reader in the antipodes

    But I am a
    Voice crying out in the wilderness although
    I was not a carpenter or fisherman or even a water-carrier
    I never ate the linden cross nor baptised with water
    My hope is a finger in the column of light
    My light is in hope
    It is a faith in which I trust
    That has no name
    It is on a good day to whom I speak
    Where are you that you are if you are
    As you have already heard
    Thus I to him
    But he has no ears
    Thus indifferent as a thousand and two silences
    They cut him off for his openness
    According to all sides of the letter
    He has no voice that dreams of our billows
    They plucked out the voice from his throat in the courts of justice
    But there is justice and besides that the court has besides that
    fatal destiny
    And day will have no power until one day
    Until the day when there is no night
    To that day let beauty of early ages let anger of boiling rivers
    Through darkness and shadows let ever stronger more mighty swords
    Let all fair let all good all all ugly and leprous
    To crumbs share this wine and these loaves

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    19.11.2008. (07:31)    -   -   -   -  

  • Reader in the antipodes

    As if killers and victims brotherly share these ridges
    Because this weeping and this song must be heard to the end
    So it does not feed us decay
    So it does not bury us in mould
    Do not judge us by our hidden faces
    On our wat to love we tread through confusion and blizzards
    Through budding this through brambles and vines
    Let the birds (?) on this terrible feast on this stone
    Threaten
    Through rough and sharp (?) through grey tendrils
    Between my prayers and curses
    Let them come from (?)
    Let them approach that heavenly
    Let them (?)
    Crushed swallows
    And fatal cuckoos
    All resident and migrant
    All songbirds and silent
    Quail, partridge and titmouse
    Let them get tangled in these hands
    Let them entangle in eyelashes
    Let them come to us in memory
    Through the pupil
    Through the floating wavy
    Through the floating
    Wavy

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    19.11.2008. (09:15)    -   -   -   -  

  • Reader in the antipodes

    Because
    On this path
    We have for the first time halted
    Knowing that it is time for us to look time in the eye
    It is time for us to recognise that for the meeting of words and deeds
    we waited too long
    (In the end it is right and say this with the right measure in expression and
    voice
    If our voice did not also reach deep into the sky
    We screamed exactly
    was necessary)

    You asked me to gather and collect for occurences
    That the (?) of Brotnice hide
    I told you all I know about it
    And more than that if you want to know
    Then you
    Ask
    The birds.

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    19.11.2008. (10:17)    -   -   -   -  

  • Smijeh je tražila...

    dobro ovo...

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    20.11.2008. (08:19)    -   -   -   -  

  • Mladen

    ... a bilo je u vrijeme nevremena. Vrijeme što bilo je da vremena ne bude, do inatom vrijeme što jest ...

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    20.11.2008. (10:58)    -   -   -   -  

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