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In Your Light I 1 Poetry is the most interesting of all. You innovate it. So be it. 2 I don‘t even demand that you understand my words, I only want you to perceive the sound of my tongue and that you appreciate to hear how it is propelled by the winds of the seasons from ear to ear. Thus we become a part of something higher and meet on the wavelength of the poem in the light of men. 3 We make light respond to sound, colour describe a thought. and a tone reveal a thougt. Then we make room rhyme with rhyme. 4 When feeling disappears from the chest/heart the poet looks for it in the words. there is at least its shadow to be found for its vision. 5 The tongue loves its earth, language. We applaud when the words reach our ears. Our mind illuminates and warms up our heart. 6 If the poet‘s bad temper fills the hearts with a heavy burden and his genius of words gives us sorrow and anguish, what is the value of poetry against the sun ? The poem is then a thin layer of clouds and opens before long. 7 Do not speak badly of the poet. He does his duty to the words. And even if his reason often seems far-fetched and his eloquence does not always seem worth much, he still provides his part in building the cloud-castle of the spirit. 8 A new year. Still another year filled with new resolutions. Will they be unexpected or the same as before ? Inspired or composed on command? 9 We shall write our victory with sun pillars/letters on the perpendicular walls of the houses. They are white and jubilant and their hight corresponds to our human minds. 10 What is the sound of the gospel when the words dance? II
1 Are you young or old? I don‘t know where you are. But my words follow you all your life wherever you go. We are always together. 2 What is the use of being separated? The mind does not separate. It is always grown into one piece. And the heart is longing. 3 We are young even if we grow older. Time stands still. And who knows about age concerning you? 4 Just let time go by. It does not matter in the accounts og sentiment. 5 In your eyes light is awake. There everything is moving at a flying pace and different feelings are competing all the time. Light only fades if lust draws a veil. 6 In your arms I count the hours until jugement day. It is always the eleventh and it is important to make it last. It is large and high without an end and possesses itself. 7 I follow you wherever you go. Enjoy every moment. It is warm before your eyes all year round. The ice I bear with me melts like butter in the sun and my nationality becomes solely humanity on earth. 8 What are we to venerate if not the atmosphere between us? I feel you draw it to you like me light on your waves. It gives us fair wind when I go away. 9 Sea and lands are vain beside your voice. Its sound regulates whether I sleep or am awake. I would be extremely poor without it if not for the light in your eyes and the touch of your hands. I am the richest of all. 10 There is feast in the palace which rises with a high tower against the sun in the mind during the night. There are many rooms, inmost is the atrium of the heart where joy and sorrrow have their roots and jubilation constantly competes with desire never fulfilled. 11 How can it be that my abundance never fills my heart? Its satiety is always followed by hunger and each moment of happiness is mingled with sorrow. But wherever I go to look for what I lack you follow me every step. 12 My joy and delight I bequeath you as you always live in them. You cannot help it. I alone decide where you dwell. It is of no use for you to detach yourself while you controle my thoughts. 13 Our game is sweet and our desires are of the same kind. There is neither check nor mate and no debts are payed. But our thirst will never be extinguished even if it will be slaked. 14 We never give up. Each victory is won with our eyes set on new battles. We have still not seen and heard everything. Our curiosity is awakened and we go optimistic to visit new feelings. 15 My grass widows stand in the porous earth of memories. There everything is as I want it to be. Why should I grieve myself with any other sound than the most beautiful of all? 16 In our piece of music, there is the highest laughter and the deepest sorrow. Each one describes the other, the bright sound of vivacity and the dark song of grief. Neither one thrives without the other as they are two sides of the same coin. 17 One does not exist without another. I have no heartbeat without you. My blood runs in your veines, my joy plays in your smile and my sorrows visit you when you cry. 18 Farther inside your chest than you imagine, that‘s where I prepare my bed and wait. I don‘t want to miss anything. 19 What would you say if you read my thoughts? There everything is learnt from the same book. You would be embarrassed and say that you didn‘t deserve it. But we deserve it. Let‘s hold hands and lift up the voice of our happiness by the touch of our words. 20 I draw you to me, fill your chest with praise that you find heavy to bear. My words crush your back and shoulders and you get a cramp in your toes whatever I say. Silent you read my love in your own words. 21 Look, here I come. I shall never tire of the light in your eyes. You light with them the fire that burns unextinguishable in my mind. 22 Every night you cast light on me. It is unnecessary to make little of it. It lights up my life, in it I see the world. 23 Might we explode if we go further? Might the days burn to ashes if we touch the aurora with our bare hands? Might we catch fire ourselves if we whisper words of love in each other‘s ear? Might we be able to stand still wherever we go and fly the way of all ways without moving from our steps? 24 There exists no deceit in your double-edged words. I understand them as I wish in my one-sided understanding. 25 It is high time to fly up and meet in the seventh heaven. That‘s where we go highest in the world of bliss and it is hard to count down. We don‘t dwell long on the plain of the earth but soon wind up to new heavens. 26 It is not of much use to accept reality as it is. Let me rather ask for one piece of a day-dream. There I want to remember each moment as if it had never happened before but that it breathes constantly new words and intoxicates my sober mind. 27 I shall always continue rhythmic in your stream, never give in for the need to rest but let the stream carry me until itself advices me the calm of a deep spot. 28 Always new are the hours of every day repeated constantly. Long ago green again are the paths of my feet surprised by every step. My luck is awakened in your thoughts which rise and fall. 29 My mind stays long by your breast. There is not much luggage on his trips. It needs neither a phone, a fax nor a computer. It seeks lika a tamed horse home to you. 30 In your arms I am a little blond prince with stars in his eyes even if I start to become stout and gray with dark shadows under my eyes. III
1 Your steps are taken forth to the edge of the abyss. There is no return except by the way you came, above you the sky and under you the impassable precipice. Here you sit down, rest and wait for wings to grow on you. 2 Your shield is broad, the sword is long and strong arms master heavy tools. If you knew how to distinguish right from wrong and to make use, for the good of all, of the right tricks no child on earth would be hungry, lame persons would throw away their crutches. 3 Fire does not light up the darkness. It needs it to stand out. 4 In the prison of habit responsibility and duty are thick walls. But there is always somewhere a crack where light breaks into a dark cell. And the light, that you fear, keeps you alive. 5 You may wish to break down the walls of routine and throw away the drags and the burden of generations but do you dare to see the sun when the cloud-castles of the principles fall over you? 6 Time stays in place even if the sitting-room clock goes. There is always an eternal now even if you often want to take another belief. 7 Nature is generous. The hand of man competes with God. And the mind directs our slow body towards the sky on spread wings. 8 Even if the day starts to slant and its darkness becomes heavier as evening comes, there are always new suns in prospect as the night passes. And the deepest darkness I prefer for the light it conceals. 9 My anticipation is ready for any illusion offered. I bid it welcome, knowing it brings peace in strained nerves. Somewhere truth must hide under fair skin. 10 Chance decides nothing about our trip between worlds. Everything is thougt out to the smallest details since we set out. And when we reach destination it is an illusion. IV 1 There is nothing to regret. Our separation awakes promises of reuniting. Without your presence I’m content with desire. Does satisfaction ever equal a good expectation? 2 Our meetings always give pleasure. And yet sometimes we are together for years without noticing it. The multiplicity of life is too much for one mind, the moments need peace to be lit in our eyes for fires to flame in our soul. 3 My heart beats skysteep in my chest. Your sun is constantly at its peak through mid-winter days lighting the night-falls above us. 4 And love in all this wreck? I write our names on a piece of paper and sneak it to you with pierced heart. 5 Love doesn’t tarnish. It streams ahead with menace, digs a deep bed, leaps in a high waterfall. Who would keep on swimming in still waters? 6 In your light I set eyes on the colours of my love though never possessing all that’s wonderful there. Your name alone will do for the feeding of my ear. Its music is purer than all the drums I hear. Your aura is of wonderful warmth. But how can I achieve a part in your karma? 7 Souls touch and the body is forgotten because it is. Anguish oscillates between the stars and flushes in the firmament. Beauty appears in your eyes. That’s where I live. 8 In this sunny summer fidelity has bright wings and under them both wind. And we fly with joyous hearts in separate directions. 9 God is three in one. Love is two in one. Man is one. 10 Love teaches us to live. Life teahes us to love. |
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Grbavička 32, 71000 Sarajevo i/ili
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