POHVALA

Pozitivno mišljenje nije laž

uvjerite se sami

vi što promatrate svijet

sa svojih tornjeva tamo gore

LJUDI, ujedinite glave svoje u jednu

ili utonite u pijesak sa svojim dvorcima

Stijena ja sam bazaltna

hrid o koju se razbijaju vali

Mislim da vam nešto nedostaje

meni u prošlosti uvijek nešto fali

Naučio me je pameti Tomislav Ivančić

Ja sam bivša žrtva čudnih koincidencija

sudbe klete i prokletih ljudi

Sadim cvijeće za budućnost

tamo ima žena- more je puno

Preplićem trave sudbine

Ona je još neoblikovana

tek je u mome umu

Čuči

Čeka da se razbukta

eksplodira mi u mozgu

Pulsiraju mi živci po cijelom tijelu

Razvijam se kao stijeg na vjetru

Trnem trncima trnovitim

Put do zvijezda želim da utabam

Tražim riječ što se rimuje sa "svrhovitim"

Evo smisla u meni

i oko mene, u svom svemiru

Iz povrđujućeg mnijenja dobih odličan

to mi je samo po sebi nagrada

Gol sam, znaš, pred sobom u ogledalu

svoje savjesti;
udivljenja pun

Zaspao sam u snu mnogih boja

nestrpljiv sam čekajuć uspjeh

želeć sreće- što nema broja

Oni me ne žele,

što smatrah ih braćom u duši,

po božanskim djelima

nestašnim rukopisom šaram

halapljivo po raznim jelima

kao kritičar zalogajnica i restorana

Ko ih šiša, bene,

volim ja njih

više no što oni mene

Osjećam prisilu da pjesme pišem

i protivnu prisilu da ih uništavam

pišući ih ubijam se

Palim bilježnice pune stihova

tako nitko neće znati tko

sam bio i kakav sam htio

biti...

Ne želim biti više no što jesam

hodajući trčim, ograde preskačem

Nisam više frustriran, prilično bijesan

(što me ne žele!)

Oni nisu više važni

važan je samo stih,

ljuid koji će ga čitati

Oni koje jako volio bih

vidjeti, sresti, razgovarati

nuditi im jesti, piti...

Stihoklepstvom rekorde obarati

Ispuštam iz glasnica glasan uzdah

Propadam, puštam se, bacam se u sevdah

Ali ne... to je samo predah

u stvaranju

PRAISE

Positive thinking is not a lie
see for yourself

you who observe the world

from your towers way up high

PEOPLE- unite your heads into one

or sink to sand with your castles

Rock I am made of basalt

cliff that crashes waves

I think you are missing something

Me in the past always misses something

I was brought to my  common sense by Tomislav Ivancic

I am former victim of odd coincidences

of cursed destiny and doomed people

I plant flowers for the future

there are women there

-the sea is full

I interlace grass of fate

It is sill shapeless

squatting

waiting to flare

explode in my mind

nerves in my whole body pulsate

I develop like a banner on a wind

I become numb-  caused by the thorns
that make me tingle(*1)

Road to stars I want to stamp

Here is the sense in me

and around me, in all the universe

Out of affirmative opinion

I got an “a”

That’s a reward enough to me

I am bare in front of the mirror of my conscience;

full of self-admiration

I fell asleep in a dream full of paints

impatient I am waiting for success

waiting money- that is countless

They do not want me,

the ones I considered to be my soul brothers,

by divine acts

With frisky handwriting I scribble (*4)
ravenously through the various dishes

like a food critic

Who plums them (*2) fools

I like them more than they

like me

I feel compulsion to write poems

and the opposite coercion to destroy them

I kill myself by writing them

burning notebooks filled with doodle art

That way no one will know who

I was and what I wanted

to be

I don’t want to be more than I am

by walking I run, skipping fences

I am no longer frustrated, quite furious

(because they don’t want me!)

They are not important any more

only the verse matters,

people who’ll read it

Those who I’d love to

see, meet, talk to

offer the food, drink…

to break a record as a versemonger

I let out of my glottis a loud sigh

I deteriorate, letting myself, throwing myself into sevdah*3

But no… that’s just a break

in creation

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*1 numb-  caused by the thorns that make me tingle- this is completely lost in translation. The original goes: trnem trncima trnovitim.

*2 Who plums them- Croatian slang expression, meaning: Who gives a hack about them

*3 sevdah- you better check out this later: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sevdalinka if you want to know what sevdah/sevdalinka really is.

(*4) scribble- another loss in translation.