Aug 28, 2025
"Dugi dani, duge noći, duge godine. Bez hljeba ljubavi, bez vode ljubavi, bez zraka ljubavi, bez ljubavi."
-Abdulah Sidran, Plašim se
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"Dugi dani, duge noći, duge godine. Bez hljeba ljubavi, bez vode ljubavi, bez zraka ljubavi, bez ljubavi."
-Abdulah Sidran, Plašim se
Abdulah Sidran: A ONDA ĆE DOĆI JUTRO
A ONDA ĆE DOĆI JUTRO . A onda će doći jutro kad ćeš Nečujno kao svitanje Ući u moju sobu I vidjeti Da mene više nema Cjelivaćes Ruho u kojem sam boravio Suzama ga okapati Dlanovima Hladnog Grijati A ja ću te Prstima od zraka svjetlosnih Milovati Odozgor Sa visina U koje si godinama Gospodaru Svjetova Slala molitve Da me čuva Milovaću te Nad suho moje ruho nadnesenu I Njemu Gospodaru…
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… and this darkness Embroiders for you, my heart, a warm cloak.
Abdulah Sidran, Scar on the Stone: Contemporary Poetry from Bosnia
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- Abdulah Sidran, Sjećaš li se Dolly Bell
Nightmare
What are you doing, son?
I'm dreaming, mother. I'm dreaming, mother, that I am singing, and you ask me, in my dream: what are you doing, my son?
What are you singing about, while dreaming, son?
I'm singing, mother, that I had a home. And now I have no home. That's what I'm singing about, mother.
That I had a voice, mother, and a language of my own. And now I have neither voice nor language.
With the voice I don't have, in the language I don't have, about the home I don't have, I sing a song, mother.
- a poem by Bosnian writer Abdulah "Avdo" Sidran
Abdulah Sidran: TUGA
TUGA . Tuga ima šape od svile i hod mačiji. Plovim nebesima, sretan, dok milujem kosu djetinju, a ona se, niotkud, prikrade, posred mi duše legne, pretvori me u – avetinju. Zaboravim ponekad ko sam i šta sam, dok žmirim i puštam da muzika, u jeziku nijema, kovitla me i opija. Odnekud, niotkud, odjednom, preplavi me ona, moja nježna krvopija. Da mi kaže ko sam i da ne da baš ono šta hoću: da to…
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