SINESTETIČKI IMAGINARIUM

23.11.2016., srijeda

[ 16.01.2016._in_berlin_ ]

Skini
Sa sebe
Ponore prošlosti
Dok skidam
tvoj pogled
Zagrli strah
čuvam nas
Da se ne izgubimo
U čudjenju
Znaš li da
Dok osjećaš mene
Ti ličiš
Na sebe?

vodim ljubav
nepoznatim stazama
izlaz iz kruga
stoji u vremenu
ispred svijeta
u vrtlogu
udišem nebo
zatvaram vrata
sa zemlje
teško dišem
aritmije pulsa
budućnosti zvone
tvoj glas
jeke nas
čuvaju naš grad
neon mjeseca
vrijeme rastvara
naši koraci
gradom rasuti
medju kisnim kapima
vraćaju se doma


- 18:03 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

08.05.2016., nedjelja

[reflexija_berlinske_olujne_noci ]

Uhvati me za ruku ljubavi
Uhvati me čvrsto
Oluja dolazi ljubavi
Ne puštaj me u mrak
Oluja stiže ljubavi
iz prošlosti sjaje
Staklene kiše
Hladan je zrak
Oblaci su sivi
Zagušili disanja
Inje grli
Jutro bez svitanja
Ne puštaj me ljubavi
oči Ti blješte sedrenoZeleno
kroz mrkli mrak
Zagrli me jako me zagrli
Vidim tajni prolaz
u ljubavi
sjaji između nas
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31.01.2015., subota

_Nikola Tesla’s last letter to his mother____________

_Wednesday, 18th of november___

Mother, the very thought of you makes me feel somehow gloomy and sad, I do not know how but i do know you are not doing well.
I wish I was beside you so I can bring you a glass of water. All of these years of my service towards mankind did not bring me nothing but assaults and humiliations. This morning I got up before sunrise because I have heard again in my room something i’ve been hearing for some time now through my dream. I’ve heard a voice singing and praying in some Moorian lament or a moan. This morning i’ve chased dream from my eyes and have noticed that the voice is coming from everywhere and that I cannot locate it whether it is coming from outside or inside [him or room?].I am afraid to have lost my mind. About this I must not talk even with dr. Laynolel as I do not trust him anymore. I have heard he has visited mr. Edison 2 weeks ago.

_Thursday. 19th of november

Again I am thinking of you, mother. And I feel the same anxiety and sorrow in my whole body.
Today I shall write to Patent Office to reschedule my experiment opened for public for a week, because I must travel home to Yugoslavia, to see you. Now I know for sure you are not doing good because that voice, that saddling, I’ve heard it again completely conscious and awake. I am still healthy in head.

_Friday, 20th of November

I did not write to Patent Office. Their agent stopped by to bring me certificates.
So I spoke with him about my plans but he said he is sorry but the schedule for experiment cannot be moved, since congressmen from 20 federal states barely managed to coordinate their schedules..
So I went down by the Waterfall and said to my guys to start water turbines and to wait ready for my call tomorrow. I have decided to give humanity what belongs to it and return to Europe, to you mother. Governments of federal states are as same as the one at home. I have realised now that people depend on governments and one person cannot change the world.
But the strange voice worries me. I do know it means something and it has to do with you, with my experiment, with something transcendental.

_Saturday, the 21st of November

Mother, tomorrow I depart to Yugoslavia. Miss Nora went, by my order, to the harbour office and got me a ticket to Lisbon, from where I’ll take a train to Cihir, and from there i’ll go direct home. I think I will need at least 10 days or 2 weeks the most.
Today I entered the Congress building and on a conference of congressmen I asked for few minutes of attention.
It didn’t suit them but they agreed. I asked for a telephone and to be connected with laboratory on Niagra Waterfalls.
On my order guys started turbines and the congress hall glew in light from my electricity, ten times stronger than the regular one, just as I announced it.
Their reactions did not interest me. I stepped out of building right away after the experiment, because I did not do this for them, but for the humankind.
In the moment when I looked at the lamp and waited for "my" wireless electricity come from turbines, I sensed I am not the creator of all of this. I felt that someone or something is carrying it from the Waterfalls to congress hall and that in this law that I considered to be “my” discovery, there is something that was always there but only to me was given the inspiration to define it and explain it to humanity.
Instead of happiness and triumph, one big emptiness appeared.
I have realised I have missed something big in my life. As if I have left out something important, as if I did not comprehend something that was given to me, some equation [formula] that I was so close to get but I did not find it or did not wanted to find it. It has something to do with that maur sadsong, I am sure now.

_Sunday the 22nd of November

This letter you will never receive, mother. I do not know why I am writing to you, the one who can never ever read this.
Rest in peace mother, and do forgive me that my roads brought me so far away from you that I cannot even come to your funeral.
I am reading the telegraph with the news of you passing away and I despise people who were not ready even two years ago to realise that electricity can be transmitted wireless. Now they saw it can be done but still they will not be able to use it for centuries, because someone has burned to the ground my laboratory in the centre of the town, with all my records and technical drawings.
I have been told that the suspect is Mr. Edison.
I am so indifferent that I do not recognise myself.
Before I would be miserable, but not now, because I do know that someone is keeping all of this under control I that “my” discovery came to early for human kind. And in fact, it is not even mine. I know that someone is watching over all and has a plan, that is why I am probably so indifferent.
My boat for Lisbon departs at 11am. Car is waiting for me. This letter I shall live at your grave when I arrive.
Now I believe something I never did, that somewhere out there “you” still exist and your life did not stop for ever.
Now I feel sorry I have never wanted to socialise with Turks, because they sang the same laments as the one from my dawns.
Now I do remember they knew a lot more about this things that I come to realise just now.
In vein were all my years spent in science, when it was no good.
Pray for me up there, mother, if you can, pray with that sad maur lament, for the lost soul of your poor ignorant son.
_Nikola Tesla_________

Oznake: prvi engleski prijevod posljednjeg pisma Nikole Te


- 02:57 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

30.01.2015., petak

_crashing_electrons__29012015

_svemire, gdje rastu jaki ljudi
i zasto ih je tako malo?
i zasto ti je sve na ovoj planeti ispalo toliko naopko,
da ne spushtam glavu iz zvijezda
i utapam mjuzom žamor 7milijardi ?
zasto svi kupuju ljubav?
glumom, novcem, shutnjom, laskanjem, partnerstvima, kopiranjima tudjih strasti,,,,,
niz je gadljiv jer u njemu novac privlachi novac
a ljubav nema nista s tim..
i zar smo stvarno toliko retardirani
da samo kroz patnju ucimo?
kad ce ljubav mnozhiti ljubav?
kad ljubav postane zdrava?
kako u ovom okruzenju postaje zdrava?
uvjeravash me, svemire, da je sve ok.
da je sve na svom putu. u balans.
i da magneti i dalje funkcioniraju.
da morficko polje i dalje pulsira.
no iluzionisti kradu vrijeme.
zasto im dopustam?
i zasto si, svemire, ja?
zasto opet moram pricati sama sa sobom?

Oznake: magnetizam


- 06:28 - Komentari (1) - Isprintaj - #

18.01.2015., nedjelja

_15012015__ona___řřř

_moj je zivot

precesto kidnapiran

od lude pjesnikinje

iz zazvjezda plejada

voljela bih

da se nekad barem

najavi

oko mene sve zvoni

saturirano jekom

rashtimava mi dane

o nocima da ne pricam

pojavi se

niotkuda

kroz bljestece

kristalne pukotine

etera

telemanifestira me

medju uvrnute

konstelacije emocija

medju carobne maglice

zamrznutih [o]sjecanja

zapelih u faznom pomaku

ona me utapa

u simfonije

koje sviraju komete

dok dijelove sebe

izgaraju svemirom

u nama

ona

slika proslosti

pjeva buducnosti

i posvuda ostavlja

neonske tragove

indiga

procjep se zatvara

zrak iza nje

titra zlatom

i praporcima

mjeseceve prasine

Oznake: metafizika


- 17:11 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

12.09.2014., petak

_neil's_song_01/02092014_

_dječak iz vode

spava mi u kosi

u eteru sandalovine

disanja ostaju jedno

njegove su ruke

najnježnije mjesto u svemiru

a dah na vratu

iskupljuje zaspale anđele

i

[ usred mračnog techna ]

zalutale strijele.....

u zoru

pored mene

u neonu zvuka

dječak iz vode

zelenim očima

zaustavlja mrak

nikad nisam srela ništa čišće______


_get_off_the_speaker_now_or_the_music_will_stop_____
_not that i don't wanna kiss you, ooooh i do, but the music has the whole of me right now____
_are u standing in that muddy water because of me???
_why is your skin so soft?

Oznake: dimensions


- 17:20 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

26.08.2014., utorak

_26082014__

_riječi nikad predane

pisma nikad spašena

iza crnog ogledala

zrače

zamrznuta [o]sjećanja

čime puniš svoje ponore

dok sjene se prazne

i otisci nas

krvare modre tinte

u nebo urezana srebra

paraju teške ljepljive noći

metalnim zvukom

dok šutiš tišine

pred prihvaćanjem

horizont se rastvara

i kaplje

zlatnu

radost_________





Oznake: intoDimensions


- 01:13 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

11.08.2014., ponedjeljak

LUNAtic_supermoon_11082014_

sastavila bih nas nazad

sve komadiće

tvog i mog

srca

sve bih ih sastavila

zajedno

da osjećaju

opet

komad

po komad

sad

sretala bih te

u našoj

divljini

gdje

prolazimo

kroz zidove

srcem

skidamo

mrak

sa naših

umornih kozmosa

do tišine

susreta kvazara_________________

Oznake: supermoon


- 22:15 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

06.08.2014., srijeda

_15042014_pink moon_

u neonu

roza mjeseca

sjene

zamrznutih sjećanja

rastu gradove

budućnosti

lomeći

svjetlo

kroz galaksije

svjetlucavih

komadića

srca

što ostaju

iza nas_______________

Oznake: fullmoon2014


- 12:36 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

01.08.2014., petak

_260712014_

_vrtlog pitanja ovih dana

protiče granice sna

otima dušu

iz tišine astrala

ječi na javi

ne zaustavljam ih

pitanja

prije će stati ovako

nek uranjaju duboko

dublje

odgovori su

u nama

neki zaključani

mrakom

vriskom

sami sobom ne dopiremo do cijelih sebe

magični su prolazi

refleksije duše

u zemaljskim

ogledalima


Oznake: metafizika


- 12:30 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

12.05.2014., ponedjeljak

11052014

_prošao si kroz zidove

kroz potpuni mrak

i opustošene dvorane

prošao si

unatoč razbijenim svjetlima

gazeći staklo

pod neonom stihova

ušao u moj nemir

i oteo mi odsutnost

usred gomile

stojimo sami

budni u zjenici oka

zrak postaje

saturiran

i blještav

magnetičnost

između nas

rastvara svjetove

tišina sam

kojom odzvanjaš

u gomili____________<3<3





- 16:31 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

22.03.2014., subota

22032014

opet

brojim sate od tebe do tebe

u prekidima realiteta

spotičem se

u pokušaje brisanja

tvojih odjeka

otisnutih negdje iza stapanja

rasli smo u padovima

i izrasli iz nas

čini se krivo

ostati nakon svih odlazaka

otići nakon svih ostajanja

čini se krivo

ostaviti te unutra

staviti te van

sve je krivo

više sam ti

i više si ja

nego si to priznajemo

srcem sabirem horizont

da prođem kroz tebe

misli

padaju preko ruba

prvi susret je

zaustavio svo vrijeme

otisci duša

utisnuti u hiperprostor

odjekuju

u kontrakcijama

imaginariuma_________







- 14:44 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

19032014

znat ću

da napokon dišeš život

osjetit ću

tvoj prvi dah

pronaći ćeš način

ako se spotakneš u ljubav

znat ću

u trenu

kad se oslobodiš

zidova koji zatvaraju tvoju grobnicu

sigurnu i hladnu

znat ću

kad postaneš ljubav

svjetlo se ne može sakriti

- 14:43 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

12032014

povratim svaki put kad čujem da me strašno voli[o]

strašno možda i jest prava riječ

opet su tako lagani danas... oblaci

pjevampostojim

ponekad uspjevam zboriti jezikom koji razumiju [ljudi]

ne izlazim više iz tijela često

budim se

sa zvijezdama na licu

insomnija je zadnja linija obrane

možda se umori i odustane




- 14:37 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

02.03.2014., nedjelja

26042013

on zna.
kako zvucim.
u sebi.
sad znam.
kako eter zvuci kad razmislja o meni.
svida mi se.
kako zvucim kroz njegovo srce.




- 02:39 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

02122013

umorna sam.
od ubijanja ljubavi.
i tih dana kad ne pripadam.
nigdje.
umorna sam.
od zlih i sebicnih.
od vladavine rata.
od kulture otimanja.
od truimfa mrznje.
od lesinarenja tude nesrece.
umorna sam.




- 02:33 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

03082012

stojimo.

sa srcem u rukama.

ti s mojim.

ja s tvojim.

krvavi i slomljeni.

iznemogli od suza.

umorni od vracanja..

preko zidova ne dopire ni misao.

samo zvuk.

igle.

na posljednjoj brazdi ploče.
- 02:30 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

27032013

po otocima riječi hodamo

dodirujući površinu samo

između vremena

niti nas spajaju

u hipnotičkoj tišini

postojanje titra između nas

po otocima zvuka hodamo

svo vrijeme u otkucaju srca

vječnost zarobljena u ljubav

sanja budnim očima

da dodirom postojim sad i ovdje

plavi zvukovi prolaze u san

metalna kiša na licu

mir je boja ljubavi
- 02:28 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

_atonement_

na putu do sebe
putevi vode do tebe
vrtish me u krug
putevi vode do mene

na putu do tebe
sva vrata vode do mene
vrti me u krug
sva vrata vode do tebe

nema izlaza
tonemo

na putu do sebe
putevi vode do tebe
vrtish me u krug
putevi vode do mene______________________________
- 02:05 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

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