FORBIDDEN LOVE - DAJANA DIVERNO

Roman ''Zabranjena ljubav'' Dajane Diverno do sada je objavljen tri puta - dva puta kao roman na španskom i srpskom, i jednom na engleskom jeziku kao scenario za film. Roman ''Zabranjena ljubav'' preveden je na engleski jezik, prvobitna korektura teksta Miodrag Radojčin.
Očekuje se da delo nakon višemesečnog odlaganja konačno bude objavljeno.
Do sada je prevođeno na više različitih jezika, i trenutno je roman koji se najviše prevodio od svih Dajaninih romana. Jezici na koje je prevođen su: engleski, španski, norveški, francuski, italijanski, nemački, manji deo je i na mađarskom jeziku. Ali nije doživeo još da bude objavljen i na svim jezicima.
Ovaj roman je nastao davne 2007 godine, kriminalističkog je žanra. Prvi put je objavljen pre 8 godina, pa onda tokom 2018 godine na španskom jeziku i tokom 2019 na engleskom jeziku kao scenario.

Odlomak romana ''Forbidden love''

Hilari Santamarina, completely naked, was in front of the window of her apartment that was in the center of Mexico City and from which the whole city could be seen. The apartment was on the top floor of an elevated building.
Her long, curly copper hair was a little damp from the shower and with her hand who shaking for an hour she was lighting one cigarette for another. She showered, but she didn't wipe because she didn't feel like doing it. The nervousness she felt in those days was greater than anything she could define. She did not want these stress. Last couple of months, along with Marín Orsorio she had too many states of that type.
With a nervous look, she was looking at the landscape and she felt terrible in a tight spot since there was no way out. She knew that Martin is not going to leave her easily although she was only a lover to him ...
It seemed to her that from a distance he hears the sound of the telephone. She did not want to answer. For what? What she most wanted is to cease to exist.
Namely, Hilary Santamarina was the only one who was aware of many secret actions of Martin for which his wife had never learned. All that with the marihuana spread too much. She lost control. Even in a call Martin mentioned that he feared for his life.
Martín was not someone for whom it was worth dying - she spoke to herself, aware that this predicament irritates her. She extinguished the cigarette and lit the other. She felt more and more insane, out of control, hysterical, reckless.
She said to herself that it was time to get dressed, but she knew that that day would be the same as the day before - waiting if any asshole would appear at her door and spill bullets from the machine-gun and her body would be first in a sack, then in mortuary, on the altar and finally in the cemetery. She was sick of those thoughts.
No one had forced her to mess with him. Prey too rich for her perception, gangster, the king of the marihuana.
Now that meant nothing to her. Suddenly, that prey that was so inflamed before seemed something like an undeserved curse. She did not want to die, but death stalked her.
The telephone rang.
She put out another cigarette and noted that the room is full of smoke and needs to be ventilated. Or at least get dressed. Or both. She should answer the phone. She should let go of everything and return to the world of the living. Yes, that's the important thing - she was alive. She didn't feel that way, though. The grime sneaked under her skin and that was a negative feeling. She always trusted his thoughts and instincts. She lit one more cigarette, establishing that that stupid phone kept ringing. At the end she went completely crazy, she went to the phone wanting to say to that stupid person, asshole to shut up that she doesn't care about anything and nobody, that ...
As soon as she answered, a small instrument exploded and her body in pieces was scattered on the walls.