Smiraj

Prolaze daniJedan za drugim,Umorni i sneni…Ista lica, ista mjesta,Iste ulice povazdan gledam.Iste riječi slušam…Tek u sumrakObuzme me sjeta,A pogled mi privučeJedna lijepa zvijezdaKoja tiho treperi,I ja krenem pustom ulicomMojih misli u susret njoj.Blagi povjetaracMiluje mi liceDok upijam tišinuKao žedni putnik voduNakon duga putaI osjećam ljepotu života. vmk 2019

To My Star

Can the power of beauty of your shine cure all  wounds in my soul that hurt me? Oh my star! Let your warm glow warms my souland let all my pain go away in the depths of the universe! JEDNOJ ZVIJEZDI Može li snagaljepote tvog sjajaizliječiti sverane moje dušekoje mi bol zadaju? Zvijezdo moja! Neka tvoj topli sjajgrije moju dušu –neka sva bol nestaneu dubini svemira! Vlasta M.Kragic

Today

A thousand demons will not discourage me. I believe in myself. Disappointment comes only at the end. We have enough space. Until then I will love you… Do not blame me… Your face, your voice and your actions While I follow my morning routine, Will make me happy. Today, I will love you. I know… No tomorrow for me. Danas Tisuću demona neće me pokolebati. Vjerujem u sebe. Razočarenje tek na kraju dolazi. Imamo dovoljno vremena. Do tada ću te voljeti… Ne zamjeri mi… Tvoje lice, tvoj glas i tvoji…

Far

I’m far from the moon, Far away from the stars, Far from everything What I want to hug. I’m far from you, Far away from myself, Far away from my dreams, Far away from my yen. I’m going towards the moon – Moonlight embraces me. I’m going towards the stars – Starry shine embraces me. I’m going towards my dreams – Your glance embraces me. I’m going towards you – Your glance disappear.   DALEKO Daleko sam od mjeseca, Daleko od zvijezda, Daleko od svega Što zagrliti želim. Daleko sam…

An Intermezzo

This silence is fragile And this peace is unstable. I want to sleep a wonderful dream Before ghosts of day destroy the sunny morning. Before the peace becomes an unrest, Before wild beasts start growling. Lying in the silence of the night, In the silence of ancient, In an unstable silence. In a moment it will broken. (All the beauty of world is in it.) Intermezzo Krhka je ova tišina I nepostojan je ovaj mir. Želim usnuti divan san Prije nego što mi jutarnje utvare Pokvare sunčani dan – –…

The Morning Sun

I’m looking for you In the cup of tea Which I’m drinking, I’m looking for you in the silence Of this morning that I don’t feel, I’m looking for you In these Sun’s rays That don’t heat me, I’m looking for you in my tired eyes, But you are not here… You’re not here, You don’t exist. You’re not even in this cup of tea Which has lost its taste On my lips, You don’t exist In these Sun’s rays, You don’t exist Nowhere – Except in my heart! vmk

My Walk

I’m walking unknown streets, I’m looking at happy people, My eyes are wide open, I’m climbing stairs slowly. My sighs of excitement Disappear in this silent present, I’m getting a feeling Of helplessness – An endless sensitivity. My eyes don’t shine, My soul is not flashing, Only my heart is calm. A mysteriosus breeze Wakes my memories – Nameless, crowned, Without a shading… vmk Šetnja Hodam nepoznatim ulicama. Gledam sretne ljude Široko otvorenim zjenicama. Penjem se strmim stepenicama. U nijemoj sadašnjosti nestaju Moji uzdasi očaranosti. Obuzima me osjećaj Bespomoćnosti. Beskrajna…

That’s Not Funny…

Black horses riding on the wild paths, Croaking crows is louder than Singing of small birds. That’s not funny… Gray clouds gather over us, Waves constantly break rocks, Lightning flashing. That’s not funny… Powerful Giants brazenly try To overthrow Gods, Heavens weep for us. That’s not funny… Dark night without a moon descending, With ghosts of past In my dreams. No, that’s not funny… Nije mi do smijeha Crni konji jezde divljim putevima, Graktanje vrana nadglašava Cvrkut malih ptica. Nije mi do smijeha… Sivi oblaci se nadvijaju nad nama, Valovi…

The Power of Nature

Beautiful morning… Beautiful day… The cold is behind us as if  never existed. How strange it is: How quickly we forgot Winter And our cold fingers. It’s like a pain That we can not remember And as suffering there was never, Because we are, after all, only human, Fickle and flexible, Only a small part of Divine Nature That surrounds us and rules over us. We try in vain to climb over it. We try in vain to conquer it. In vain!   Moć Prirode Prekrasno jutro… Prekrasan dan… Hladnoća…

Little Cubes

Nothing else matters, But the life goes on … Your smile gives me a strength To endure all my distress. Nothing else matters, But we still have to live. With the starry sky is easier Night after night while we dream. Life goes on, still… So it must be, must be … Looking at the blue sky, And a golden morning. Little cubes will be stacked And without our will, it is known. In the stars all it is written, All say. And when We are gone, It will continue…

Morning Poem

Dawned morning a lot of the sun, a lot of of the brightness; Spring scent everywhere expanding its hands, fascinates;   Oh, my love, you have a little hope; The hope that came yesterday with the freshness of rain;   In the distance a rooster singing; Everything exudes with a depth of dreams from your eyes;   Oh, my eternal love, I know, you shall go, will remain a gap; At your place will come someone else;   This is just a game, play of my imagination, my dream;  …

Blue Cove

I open my umbrella … Falling summer rain … I’m waiting for the sun’s rays To shine your face … I miss your face today … I miss your hands  today… I miss your figure today… I love you, but I know You are not real … You are my illusion, The fruit of my gentle mind, The toy in His hands, A dream… In the secluded cove Where the sunset lasts forever, I will find you … With my fluttering dreams I will entice you… With marine wind I’ll…

Stay With Me

Like a last ray of the Sun That goes down, you’re leaving. I can’t stop you. I look at you, you’re beautiful glowing. I absorb your glory As a last relic, Please stay with me When gray clouds cover me. Stay with me When it rains and when it snows. Stay with me And when leave me all my companions. Before beautiful  twilight, This moment is wonderful… While gray sky fills my soul with sadness, You’re leaving in unknown.   Ostani Kao posljednja zraka Sunca koje zalazi, ti odlaziš. Ne…

The Meadow of My Childhood

Long ago I was a child … In some other place, At a different time, No internet and no cell phone. With a window overlooking a yard, With a meadow, which called us on a game – With the game to the first hours of the evening, With first sympathies, with the first defeats. (The meadow was green, floral, fragrant. On it flourished poppies, violets And cyclamens.) I still remember those happy days While I watch how children play The same games in the new times, On computers and on…

Departure

    We’re leaving, We’re disappear slowly, One by one. We’re leaving, sad, In some unknown place, Maybe in Heaven And maybe in Hell. We’re leaving As the leaves that waste in the Fall, And treetop that is green in the Summer Remains naked and deserted. We’re leaving One by one, Quietly, One after the other, Sad As fallen leaves that The wind carries when The cold, frost and Winter are coming And treetop remains deserted Until the Spring. Vlasta Marinić-Kragić

In the Park

  An autumn evening With a smell of rain Brought a dewy night Under the white sky.   Stars are sleeping Covered with Cotton clouds, I’m walking through the park.   The fountain murmurs, I approach it nearer. On the white paths Children are playing.   I seen a little girl Near the tree In a wool sweater With a ball in her hands.   I don’t remember exactly My hair neither my face, Only sweater colored like brick And an autumn haze.   Vlasta Marinić-Kragić

Jesenska kiša

Zurim u noć kroz prozorsko okno, Pomalo mokro od kapi kiše, Jesenske kiše, tamno i tužno, Zbog sumornog neba još i više..  . S prvim kapima jesenske kiše Tužne mi misli postaju tiše, A dok slušam žuborenje kiše, Kapci mi se spuštaju sve niže.. . Gledam gole grane jednog stabla Kako se lome – vjetar ih njiše. U praznoj, tmurnoj, sobi tišina – Tužna, jesenska kiša miriše.. . . Vlasta Marinić-Kragić

Autumn Song

    In the cold autumn morning The gray mist descended. In the forest sorrow entered, In the air there is no wind. Nowhere to be seen squirrels, Nowhere to be seen birds. The leaves are covered paths Overgrown with plenty weeds. I leaned my hand on cliffs, Cold and wet because of rain, I felt that the forest breathes, My eyes became so plain. I touched the leaves of ivy. It’s very soft and so tender. (One broken branch seems alive.) Heart-shaped remains forever. The small rain drizzly slowly.…

The Shield

  I hide my thoughts from the light. Intimacy I decline With the timeless shield, Which is created Of the restless time. I step through the vastness In the armor of fear. By the silence I call unknown distances, Secrets of the sphere. After midnight I undress my heavy shirt, Turn off the lights and Embrace darkness of my shadow On a cushion of hurts.   Vlasta Marinić-Kragić

Me And My Shadow

My loneliness likes a shadows, The dark shadows of a night, My eyes are so lethargic, I want a silence where is quiet! In the night I went on a forest path Under yellow light of lamps, While I quietly walked in the silence I whispered to my shadow: Thanks! I looked at her next to me In the silence until midnight, I loved her, she was timid – Oh, my shadow and me in the night! The sea was completely dark, Invisible, very coldly; Like a star shone one…

Two Pigeons

I’m sitting alone beside my open window and watching the red roof of a neighbor’s house. Two pigeons flew. One is gray and the other is brown, two pigeons in love. Pigeons prefer roofs. They meet on them and they kiss each other. Their love is gentle and mild. He’s gray, she’s brown. Or maybe she’s gray, he’s brown? Who would know? And does it matter? They love each other and the whole world is under them. Nothing else do not exist for them. People are passing on the street.…

Predvečerje

I Avion obasjan suncem preletio je iznad grada, u predvečerje, dok je moj pogled pratio let galebova. Na nebu, iznad moje glave, jedan je galeb napravio krug i lagano zamahujući krilima odletio na jug, prema moru. Drugi je, pak, jednako zamahujući krilima, u niskom letu, odletio na istok. Vidjela sam i jednu usamljenu lastavicu… U sjeni, gdje opušteno sjedim, nema sunca i puše hladni povjetarac. Njiše mlade grane vinove loze, tek prolistale. Kraj mene svira muzika – Simon & Garfunkel. Lijep je ovaj pogled u predvečernje nebo koje je još…

Ne plači moja vjeverice!

Vukovi kruže oko tebe. Ne plači moja vjeverice! Ne plači na hladnom kamenu. Hladni kamen ne može osjetiti tvoje suze. On te ne razumije. Pobjegni u gustu krošnju bora, Brzo, onako kako samo ti umiješ, Pobjegni, sakrij se, pritaji se i miruj. Vukovi ne mogu doći do tebe. Oni idu dalje u potrazi za plijenom. Pronaći će ranjenu srnu I nahraniti se njome. Ne plači moja vjeverice na hladnom kamenu! Hladni kamen ne osjeća suze. Pobjegni u krošnju bora, Sakrij se i miruj! Vukovi će proći. Ne plači moja vjeverice!…

Jaz

U usnuloj, gustoj šumi, Noć se spušta, crna, gluha. Stabla sjaj su izgubila, Zemlja još je posve suha. Mjesečinom blijedom obasjana, Zapuštena šumska staza. Samo tuga njome kroči, Tuga nastala zbog jaza, I dvije sjene tajanstvene, Sjena čovjeka i sjena žene: Sjene tamnije od tame, Sjene tiše od tišine same. Srele se nisu nikada. One se ne vide ni sada. Svaka svojom tišinom hoda Uz rub dubokog, crnog jaza. Šumska staza obasjana Trakom blijede mjesečine; Njome samo tuga kroči, Sjena čovjeka i sjena žene.

The End

Otploviše niz rijeku Riječi lažne, Bez potrebe izgovorene I nema ih više. Svjetlost je pobijedila Tamu tog jutra I slutnja toplog osjećaja U nasmiješenom sutra. Tad vidjela sam svoje Nedosanjane snove: Dodire na koži I uzdahe vrele… Rijeka teče i dalje, Nemirna i hladna je – Ja spoznah da Ljubav još poražena nije!