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Prašina i voda
U dvije riječi nije jednostavno sve kazati. No, dobro je znati ih...predočiti. Varijacije o životu unutar poetike Gonzala Saleskog su još uvijek unutar kontekstualizacije traženja smisla. Vlastitog sebe u susretu sa izazovima sumornog, beznačajnog, zalutalog života. No, da li je baš tako? Naravno da nije, jer nam autor odgovara: "I dalje mislim da je bolje otići/nego slušati istrošeni eho..." Srećom, ostaju pjesme, da upozoravaju. Vrijednošću svojom. Riječ urednika Sabahudin Hadžialić 27.11.2011. |
Dust and water
In two words is not easy to say everything. However, it is good to know how to...present them. Variations about the life within the poetry of Gonzalo Salesky are still within the contextualization of seeking for the meaning. Of his own self in meeting the challenges of dull, meaningless, erring life. But, is it really so? Of course not, because the author hismelf is giving a response: "...I still think it is better to leave/instead of watching wornout echoes..." Fortunately, the remaining tracks to warn. Its value. Editor's word Sabahudin Hadžialić 27.11.2011. |
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You Will Be
You will be breath of sea, you will be nostalgia when your mouth leaves and does not return. You will be my breeze when the wind drops, you will be fire beyond words. You will be the sky, void of my pages, and the prayer to announce my departure when the pain, this world and our life take everything and leave me nothing. Harlequins As harlequins in the wind your laugh flies with me. It envelops me and rises in mid autumn, makes me grow and mature in silence. Maybe it grows dark for some but, my love, only your love is enough for me to reach eternal paradise in life, to be able to daydream of your eyes, and so to forget, amongst all, those tears. Omen I know that in life, no matter how, fire is always extinguished by day. Night is short when winter looms, time cures and heals wounds. To stop talking is not good medicine; I know the harbinger of light and agony is being fulfilled, no matter when it arrives, perhaps it is near and finds you asleep. You will not see it coming even if it is announced, Do you know how sweet and frivolous is this expectation? Because very soon you will emerge, it will be so easy like coming full circle. Dust and water Soon the night will come. You will succeed to leave the labyrinth. There are a lot of masks and it is true that we are nothing but dust and water. The earth is waiting for us. Defend me from the wind and from the scythe that will cut me in better times. Southwards, at noon, I shall be free just like the sun that rises every morning. |
I Believe
Just like the snow on the sea, I‘m crying. I am tired of waiting... and it is not in vain. Every sign of your voice, every smile in your hair, every tear, your cross, every image in the sky. I fear everything might move away, That what scares us might increase, I fear that, more and more each time, You might become more and more remote.. My time gets closer, I‘ve danced with the enemy but it will never be late to learn from my mistakes. I still feel that I didn‘t feel. But I believe in what I cannot see, I believe in my dreams. I believe everything is coming back to life, that it won‘t be easy if I don‘t try. That it could become real If I have faith in what I am, In what I‘ve given you, in what I‘ve been. If I trust what I have. Every sign of your cross, every tear in your hair, every smile in your voice our reflection in the sky… I think that everything is true, I feel increasingly less pain. On leaving I still think it is better to leave instead of watching wornout echoes. The high forehead, the intact heart, my fading soul, a fountain with no coins. The gray and senseless ashtray, the yesterday glasses full of absence... Having repeated the tour again and again, I begin to feel how the desert fills me. The hourglass has slowed and it will be the sea who heals my promises. I will draw my dreams again and again whenever necessary, on leaving. |
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Grbavička 32, 71000 Sarajevo i/ili
Dr. Wagner 18/II, 70230 Bugojno, Bosna i Hercegovina
