tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45732848317736184392012-01-31T06:55:45.371+01:00emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.comBlogger4011100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-44380984149687073992012-01-30T11:37:00.000+01:002012-01-30T11:37:38.021+01:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">geometrijom zrna<br />zaokružena<br />istorija sunca<br />i misterija tla<br />u pobedi nepca<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LCT-bHgBDJQ/TyZw8f2AtHI/AAAAAAAAB28/x1thg7WoqNk/s1600/vino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LCT-bHgBDJQ/TyZw8f2AtHI/AAAAAAAAB28/x1thg7WoqNk/s320/vino.jpg" width="221" /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-4438098414968707399?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-14220974988223793632012-01-23T13:23:00.000+01:002012-01-23T20:26:15.952+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nUCZ2AUyIF4/Tx1PHZO11BI/AAAAAAAAB2o/uzwajjX6Pg8/s1600/zvezdice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="154" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nUCZ2AUyIF4/Tx1PHZO11BI/AAAAAAAAB2o/uzwajjX6Pg8/s320/zvezdice.jpg" width="208" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>čitam tako<br />pisca ruskog<br />žmirkam&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />kroz šalone<br />kad tamo<br />mesečina u znoju<br />lica svog<br />skida<br />oblaku pantalone<br />od <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_Tvg2sbAN8&amp;feature=related"><i>scene</i></a><br />ove malo<br />bezobrazne<br />zift se crnilo<br />stidnjačama osulo<br /></b><br /><br /><br /><b>Ovom pesmom obeležavam svoj lični, mali jubilej: 400-ta pesma na blogu MRVE. Hvala svima na podršci i komentarima!</b><b>Vaša emo_serpica</b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-1422097498822379363?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-67823899545138105342012-01-23T13:08:00.000+01:002012-01-23T13:08:52.492+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RtGfm3Y11co/Tx1I2NK4ynI/AAAAAAAAB2c/WQm2O7j2vVw/s1600/zuta%2Bruza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="107" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RtGfm3Y11co/Tx1I2NK4ynI/AAAAAAAAB2c/WQm2O7j2vVw/s320/zuta%2Bruza.jpg" width="146" /></a></div><b>(Avramu)&nbsp;</b><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />rastrgni kožu<br />vučju<br />baci niz obalu<br />rečnu<br />koritom<br />gavran nek pišti<br />usekom<br />konj da zanjišti<br /><br />oče,<br />oče moj!<br /><br />prihvati <br />moj plavi osmeh<br />sa rupicama, jer<br />to smo prošli<br />toliko puta<br />da ovaj<br />mekani sunđer<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ftjuvO-fbrM&feature=related"><b>sećanja</b></a> tvog<br />neće i ne može<br />upiti sve<br />voda mi ne beše<br />ravna do kolena<br />koliko svetleh<br /><br />dok sada balim<br />štucam<br />i tvoj sam dužnik<br />oproštaj molim <br />grcam<br />ta ja sam <br />samo običan<br />smrtnik na bicikli<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-6782389954513810534?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-26598653522356312392012-01-23T11:44:00.000+01:002012-01-23T11:44:18.895+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0cDpn-5zI-M/Tx05VLTOBnI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/YCqw2eX5kZA/s1600/leptirica2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0cDpn-5zI-M/Tx05VLTOBnI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/YCqw2eX5kZA/s320/leptirica2.jpg" width="251" /></a></div><b>Ilustracija: Leptirica i Maslačak, ulje na platnu&nbsp;</b><br /><b>Autor: Esmira Farah Budimlić, Pazin</b><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>Oči drže prostor<br /><br />kao slepci Iz tame<br />nagoveštavaju<br />nove motive Cvrčci<br /><br />(kao pucnji<br />usamljeni) spuštaju<br />tonove Tremor<br /><br />dodira poslednjih<br />noćnih<br /><br />leptira U meni<br />&nbsp;</b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-2659865352235631239?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-10733152553847496182012-01-20T12:56:00.001+01:002012-01-20T13:01:40.081+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cecMOImIUlQ/TxlVr65KCUI/AAAAAAAAB1U/BLIhyYWNEXA/s1600/zeka.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="184" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cecMOImIUlQ/TxlVr65KCUI/AAAAAAAAB1U/BLIhyYWNEXA/s320/zeka.jpg" width="274" /></a></div><b>slike iz lova</b><b>&nbsp;</b><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>Zaleđeni dah&nbsp;</b><br /><b>na lovčevim brcima </b><br /><b>Promašen fazan&nbsp;</b><br /><b>*&nbsp;</b><br /><b>U oku guske&nbsp;</b><br /><b>prizemljena nebesa&nbsp;</b><br /><b>Lovačka priča&nbsp;</b><br /><b>*&nbsp;</b><br /><b>Sneg zatrpao&nbsp;</b><br /><b>geometriju traga </b><br /><b>Zec na sigurnom</b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-1073315255384749618?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-88114212932227868282012-01-18T15:53:00.000+01:002012-01-18T15:53:00.820+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDD8xhXDztE/Txba4YAf32I/AAAAAAAAB1I/cyWZgSMNpJM/s1600/grozdje.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="183" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDD8xhXDztE/Txba4YAf32I/AAAAAAAAB1I/cyWZgSMNpJM/s320/grozdje.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><b>jesenje slike</b><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8x4GC0-Z0ZI">Jesenje</a> sunce<br />Umoreno u omči<br />Rumenog grozda<br />*<br />Miholje leto<br />Ukus meda pod nepcem<br />Senke sve duže<br />*<br />Miholjski dani<br />Sunce rukavcem beži<br />Slast u teglama<br />&nbsp;</b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-8811421293222786828?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-67778339858112118072012-01-17T12:46:00.000+01:002012-01-17T12:46:09.919+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-McFy4rYqfEo/TxVdB5PhPEI/AAAAAAAAB04/72Dlaax-lVk/s1600/a_zelena%2Btrava.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="218" width="231" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-McFy4rYqfEo/TxVdB5PhPEI/AAAAAAAAB04/72Dlaax-lVk/s320/a_zelena%2Btrava.jpg" /></a></div>noktima<br />kljunom, sekutićima<br />čeprkaju<br />kidaju moje<br />parče po parče<br />srca<br />zemlje, čvrsto je<br />stežuć’ za<br />vrat, imam i ja<br />tapiju<br />na svake <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_EvUHnm43wY&feature=related"><b>zelene</b></a><br />trave vlat<br /><br /><br />jezik i krv moja<br />ovog su tla<br />deca, Vitmene<br />starče<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-6777833985811211807?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-18299913024007743332012-01-16T15:27:00.000+01:002012-01-16T15:27:17.196+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tI8wJRtYNU0/TxQwvylRvoI/AAAAAAAAB0s/o04fYi-naNE/s1600/a-%2Bsneg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="183" width="275" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tI8wJRtYNU0/TxQwvylRvoI/AAAAAAAAB0s/o04fYi-naNE/s320/a-%2Bsneg.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ako je ljubav<br />pahulja kao neko<br />kad krene<br /><br />recimo ovako<br />iznebuha<br /><br />iz neba trbuha<br />rasuta<br /><br />belina <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ce4vwW8ISGc"><b>savršenstva</b></a><br />nemuštih <br /><br />jezika<br />preko puta<br />njihova<br />slika će<br /><br />smrznuti<br /><br />pogledom dodirnutih<br />na oknu pesma<br />trenutka, <br /><br />(za)ostati<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-1829991302400774333?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-42335178595542032602012-01-12T15:15:00.002+01:002012-01-12T15:41:24.922+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-84WYR3FmO1E/Tw7ohM4OfaI/AAAAAAAAB0g/aXNWcf6GTis/s1600/AnaAhmatova.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="215" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-84WYR3FmO1E/Tw7ohM4OfaI/AAAAAAAAB0g/aXNWcf6GTis/s320/AnaAhmatova.jpg" /></a></div><br /><b>(Ana Ahmatova, autor Amadeo Modiljani)</b><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><i>(za Anu Ahmatovu)</i><br /><br /><b>jasper</b><br />crveni rubac, kao<br />sibirske<br />stepe dragulj<br />udenut levo<br />umesto ruže<br /><br />cvetanja<br /><br />sa vrata izbuške<br />njuškam<br />poštara, iza<br />flaša od ruke<br />do ruke, uzalud<br /><br />režanja<br /><br />na krvavo sunce<br />u krošnjama breza<br /><br />šuštanja<br />(za Anu Andrejevnu:<br /><i>Voli me, smej se, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o--8ozBR9iY"><b>piši stihove</b></a>!</i>) *<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>nefrit</b><br />zeleni bleskovi<br />dva<br />njena dragulja<br />kažu ti:<br />dimenzije besmrtnosti, svoje<br />ne možeš videti<br /><br />nigde<br />sem u dubinama<br />očinjim<br /><br />onoga<br />koji te<br />voli<br />dragi,<br /><i>i strah nosim u velikim zenicama</i> **<br /><br /><br /><br />* stih iz pesme “Ljubomoran, nemiran” Ane Ahmatove<br />** stih iz pesme “Ne gledaj tako” Ane Ahmatove<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-4233517859554203260?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-82124209476589644442012-01-11T15:22:00.000+01:002012-01-11T15:22:06.176+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TNdHtE3c4sA/Tw2asJ6sGEI/AAAAAAAAB0U/mU47rRJUOxw/s1600/veliki%2Bi%2Bmali%2Bmedved.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="237" width="249" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TNdHtE3c4sA/Tw2asJ6sGEI/AAAAAAAAB0U/mU47rRJUOxw/s320/veliki%2Bi%2Bmali%2Bmedved.gif" /></a></div><br /><br />(iz ciklusa MITOLOŠKA BIĆA)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />na licu <br />Kaliste<br />videli <br />niste <br />mrštenje<br />ni medvedicu<br />da gunđa<br />brunda<br />ona je gorda<br />ponosno nosi<br />svoje usude<br />i prokletstvo <br />boginje<br />da njena lepota<br />nikad <br />ne klone<br />ispod <br />horizonta<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-8212420947658964444?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-29530257994548021582012-01-09T22:55:00.000+01:002012-01-09T22:55:42.068+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VMXVj7owdig/Twthy6ULqVI/AAAAAAAAB0I/sC-CeFfd0VU/s1600/soba%2B505.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="256" width="187" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VMXVj7owdig/Twthy6ULqVI/AAAAAAAAB0I/sC-CeFfd0VU/s320/soba%2B505.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />nebo navlači noć poput svadbenog<br />somota. skupljam zagubljene<br />osmehe kao klikere svuda<br />po stanu. cipele punim zrakom i<br />mesečinom. u ogledalu me<br />podržava moja krilata<br />dvojnica, lepetom najavljuje<br />ljubavna tišinarenja. i naslov<br />kao prvu bukvicu vragolastog<br />scenarija. ove noći moj dah,<br />zaglavljen kao kukac u zamci<br />noćne lampe, između tvojih<br />dlanova drhti kao mali pas pred<br />velikim zaštitnikom. znam, moraću<br />sačekati da uskrsnu prašnjavi<br />leptiri sa dubokim ogrebotinama<br />od kandži, noktiju, očnjaka. odvojeni<br />od senke ćutljivog pratioca. sričem<br />istoriju zločina, statistiku epidemija.<br />u poslednjem satu klati se moja<br />limfna melanholija, u rabljenom<br />koferu neraspakovane ideje o<br />rastanku. sa prisnim teretom <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwJXnDYMZ3Y"><b>promaje</b></a><br />na leđima, sabiram suve režnjeve<br />želje na stranputici. napolju<br />drvo zeleno od plesni i mokar<br />pas u dirljivoj simbiozi. zavidim.<br />ja sam tu samo da pokupim<br />zečji loj i mišje trepavice<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-2953025799454802158?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-57503400895102831942012-01-08T14:55:00.000+01:002012-01-08T14:55:53.548+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-unf19o4Sprc/TwmdgyKCdpI/AAAAAAAABz8/t79PfiqHSpc/s1600/pau%25C4%258Dina2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="252" width="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-unf19o4Sprc/TwmdgyKCdpI/AAAAAAAABz8/t79PfiqHSpc/s320/pau%25C4%258Dina2.jpg" /></a></div>mokri pejzaž<br />njenih zglobova<br />pticama<br />ponudi smeštaj<br /><br />par hlebova<br /><br />smehove<br />pomoćnim glagolima<br />(biti jesam<br /><br />hteti)<br /><br />zauzvrat<br />utabaše<br />mlade snegove<br /><br />iste žeđi<br />na vode<br />drugima <br />navode:<br /><br />misao<br />na pučine<br />u svakoj priči<br /><br />samuje<br /><br />vlastite tišine<br /><br />od tolike <br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZ3LNXxz-sk&feature=related"><b>vode</b></a><br />proklijale<br />duplje<br /><br />u lešine<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-5750340089510283194?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-83520604876657334282012-01-06T03:20:00.000+01:002012-01-06T03:20:35.282+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iISSCeEPYsc/TwZYgGob41I/AAAAAAAABzM/tjgK8nX5luA/s1600/jagoda5%2Bavatar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="115" width="115" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iISSCeEPYsc/TwZYgGob41I/AAAAAAAABzM/tjgK8nX5luA/s320/jagoda5%2Bavatar.jpg" /></a></div>dok moja<br />gravidna<br /><br />(sa mnom) mati<br /><br />poslednje trudove<br />pomno prati<br />(meri se minutaža <br /><br />prolazna<br />kilometraža)<br /><br />guši <br />bolova vrisak<br />jača babičin stisak<br /> <br />(a tata unezveren puši li<br />puši)<br /><br />u Zagrebu<br />rođen<br />Veliki miting<br />prvenac <br /><br />još jedan<br /><br />(zbog prvog crtaća<br />živela Neugebauer<br /><br />Norbert i Walter<br /><br />braća!)<br /><br /><br />u Beogradu vlada<br />anti<br /><br />propaganda<br />zabranjen troking<br />bugi - vugi <br />dekadentan<br /><br />i još jedan zvaničan trip:<br />ukinuti <br />zabraniti<br />petparački strip!<br /><br />u izlogu knjižara<br />stidljivi<br />prvi <br />prevodi Steinbeck-a <br />Miller-a<br />Sartre-a i Mann-a<br /><br />i pravi ponos<br />prva naša<br />pisaća mašina<br /><br />pedesetiprva, godina davna<br />pomalo<br />slavna<br />čim se rodih<br />odmah se znalo:<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aiZX_Nv2SEU"><b>ja</b></a> biću pisac<br /><br />ej, nije to malo!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-8352060487665733428?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-75687415793126218262012-01-03T21:26:00.000+01:002012-01-03T21:26:55.750+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z7CdgsFFvAU/TwNfwyU102I/AAAAAAAAByE/LS2neHY_IPU/s1600/mindjusica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="158" width="164" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z7CdgsFFvAU/TwNfwyU102I/AAAAAAAAByE/LS2neHY_IPU/s320/mindjusica.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />skrhana zimskim boleštinama<br />čijih komplikovanih latinskih naziva<br />ne bih da se sećam,<br />pamtim<br />samo dve jele<br />ispred kuće iglenim šapatom<br />kažu: ti si kriva,<br />ti si nas posadila tu<br />da imaju šta da gledaju, zimi<br />leti, da ptice znaju gde da <br />spuste umorna tela, barem<br /><br />često se pitam: jesam li uspela<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8gJZtv9rLTc&feature=related"><b>umaći</b></a><br />uteći sećanju na<br />rodnu kuću što se održava<br />izgleda, ne vašim žilama<br />no mojim željama,<br />živčanim kablovima mog slabašnog matriksa<br /><br />kako bilo, još ste uvek tu:<br />drhtaji na jednom kraju<br />moje žice,<br />vatreni luk što ostavlja<br />krvavi trag <br />zgaženih crvenih minđušica<br />iz bušnih tufnastih šerpi <br />sa terase<br />i stepeništa koje vodi<br />unutra<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-7568741579312621826?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-82726106074418770642011-12-29T22:12:00.000+01:002011-12-29T22:12:35.539+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vz2pLzZVrno/TvzXbgmZ2GI/AAAAAAAABx4/V8c81OXl3mU/s1600/cestitka2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="191" width="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vz2pLzZVrno/TvzXbgmZ2GI/AAAAAAAABx4/V8c81OXl3mU/s320/cestitka2.jpg" /></a></div><br />Sve najbolje u Novoj, 2012.godini<br />želi vam vaša<br /><br />Emo_serpica<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-8272610607441877064?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-70999673194486595052011-12-29T13:22:00.000+01:002011-12-29T13:22:48.761+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MXCqUN5VgFE/TvxaQpNwWzI/AAAAAAAABxU/oZKgbPs2AMU/s1600/tatu5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="259" width="194" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MXCqUN5VgFE/TvxaQpNwWzI/AAAAAAAABxU/oZKgbPs2AMU/s320/tatu5.jpg" /></a></div>autobus 83 pravac Zemun<br />u vrelo letnje podne penje se<br />ugrinovačkom sediš u sredini<br />polupraznog prevoza ispred <br />devojka<br />u letnjoj haljini maše<br />lepezom sa levog ramena <br />skliznula uska rezedo bretela<br />lepezu lagano spušta u<br />krilo iz pletene košare vadi<br />veliku plastičnu šnalu jednom<br />rukom hvata rasutu kosu i<br />brzim potezom druge skuplja je<br />šnalom na ramenu ritmom<br />autobusa dahće njen<br />mali oznojeni <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vB0WOAX5woI"><b><i>tatoo</i></b></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-7099967319448659505?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-49886918274760914112011-12-26T12:19:00.001+01:002011-12-26T22:34:32.321+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DprfJeounew/TvhWP009xjI/AAAAAAAABxI/JuWb4K4JigM/s1600/kesten1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="106" width="111" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DprfJeounew/TvhWP009xjI/AAAAAAAABxI/JuWb4K4JigM/s320/kesten1.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />tragom pahulja <br />na oknima<br />veče kliza<br />stenje<br />za stolom<br />ruke muškarčeve <br />ljušte <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dhzxQCTCI3E"><b>pečeno kestenje</b></a><br />ženske<br />usnama lagano prinose<br />tople bele plodove<br />tragovi lune<br />otkrivene<br />zalegli<br />tanjirima<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-4988691827476091411?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-20415319818757141222011-12-25T14:22:00.000+01:002011-12-25T14:22:33.241+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZZ9HyUXFeg/TvcilAqJT3I/AAAAAAAABw8/Ygcim5n9cpw/s1600/dojke.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZZ9HyUXFeg/TvcilAqJT3I/AAAAAAAABw8/Ygcim5n9cpw/s320/dojke.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ranjivi rasplet skromnog nasleđa<br />vezaće <br />dve usamljene grudve, dva<br />mala glečera što se ne taru u hodu<br />(devojke iz pesme)<br />istina o globalnom otapanju: suze će<br />prvo(g) otopiti led<br />posle će lako dići jedra<br />katarka svaka:<br />za sebe<br />udvoje<br />gledajuć' šire<br />igraće, izgaraće igrama strasti<br />(žene iz pesme)<br />onda će iste nuditi onima što iz njih <br />nastaće kao parčad<br />deo<br />istina, neprocenjiv je mir mleka <br />koje nikada ne proključa<br />(majci iz pesme)<br />neobjašnjivo, stvari u trajanju <br />slede: brašno<br />polen<br />prašina<br />pepeo, na kojima ostavlja trag olovkom<br />prutem ili prstom,<br />ponekad repom<br />konačno, sada i poslednjom <br />preostalom dojkom<br />(neka iz pesme)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-2041531981875714122?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-62340231441944811222011-12-22T14:32:00.000+01:002011-12-22T14:32:01.600+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o6fa1L8PhzM/TvMvkiC4nmI/AAAAAAAABww/LyDp4nEawDg/s1600/a%2Bmost%2Bna%2Bnevi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="189" width="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o6fa1L8PhzM/TvMvkiC4nmI/AAAAAAAABww/LyDp4nEawDg/s320/a%2Bmost%2Bna%2Bnevi.jpg" /></a></div><br /><b>Ciklus: GRADOVI IZ SNOVA</b><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>(sećanja na Petrograd, jula 1973)</b><br /><br />bele su noći <br />petrogradske<br />lomile zglobove<br />mostova<br />ispod je valove<br />sapunjave<br />žurno kotrljala<br />Neva<br />niz prospekte gradske<br />kucale<br />svežinama podložne <br />ponoći<br />a povrh su svega,<br />razume se, dremale <br />buvama sklone<br />skitnice<br />iz grada smo snove<br />prikupljali<br />k’o pričice<br />vodiča Nađenjke<br />ponekada <br />bi je našli <br />takvu, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOJBVok4hMU&feature=related"><b>setnu</b></a><br />kao na krstu<br />sličnu <br />starcima na mostu<br />za koje ne bi znali<br />kada<br />i da li će<br />da skoče, i tada<br />se molila<br />u sebi, tražila <br />još godinu-dve <br />ona bi <br />da čuje sve <br />vetrove <br />sa zapada, vesti<br />kako diše sloboda, o njemu<br />takoreći, svačemu i<br />svemu<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-6234023144194481122?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-28807482666543778782011-12-21T14:11:00.000+01:002011-12-21T14:11:06.886+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JVobVeal3rE/TvHW8AkJMkI/AAAAAAAABwk/HyqSQfVNugk/s1600/a%2Bpupet2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="221" width="228" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JVobVeal3rE/TvHW8AkJMkI/AAAAAAAABwk/HyqSQfVNugk/s320/a%2Bpupet2.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />prozirno bela<br />lako razbarušena<br />s glavom<br />od drveta<br />gospođica Ginjola<br />i punjena <br />piljevinom, <br />kukuruzovinom<br />Pelham marioneta<br />s plućima heklanim, <br />sivim<br />od bola<br />trepću i smeše se<br />prebirajuć' iznutra<br />iznova, iznova <br />sva slova<br />velikog Meštra <br />dodola <br />i crnih rupa<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STVRMSRzyUw&feature=related"><b>reči</b></a>, <br />što poput ruke,<br />maljave muške<br />menjaju kliše<br />u noći <br />kada lutke<br />presvlače duše<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-2880748266654377878?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-34876163189084274302011-12-16T13:33:00.000+01:002011-12-16T13:33:22.425+01:00primicanja, pomicanja<br />rasprskavanja<br />dragosti<br />toplotnih udara<br />drugosti<br />svedoci smo<br />vremena, značenja<br />nastanjenih prostora<br /><br />to se samo slutimo<br />pred susret, Anja<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-Lm2K9Nmho/Tus6QRVgp3I/AAAAAAAABwU/qJ8WcOhALLk/s1600/optimizam2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="98" width="130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-Lm2K9Nmho/Tus6QRVgp3I/AAAAAAAABwU/qJ8WcOhALLk/s320/optimizam2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-3487616318908427430?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-38285173233746824982011-12-13T14:40:00.001+01:002011-12-13T15:51:09.197+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cG4aODMHMjY/TudVEGfHwnI/AAAAAAAABwI/2r2VzRZV85A/s1600/a%2Bnokturno.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="118" width="118" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cG4aODMHMjY/TudVEGfHwnI/AAAAAAAABwI/2r2VzRZV85A/s320/a%2Bnokturno.jpg" /></a></div><br /><b>(Slika: NOKTURNO Autor: Rudolf Rabatin)<br /></b><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />noć je<br />i nebo zvezde kači,<br />proste i daleke,<br />meke<br />magline<br />u moje oči<br />klize <br />niz nebeske šine<br /><br />i neke <br />me pesme<br />ljubavne<br />rumenim paperjem oblače<br />dok mlada luna,<br />dojenče<br />stidljivo oknom <br />promiče<br /><br />senku pratim,<br />slutim te<br />slovima mudrujem,<br />ćutim te<br />u sebi te <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPcZtGC03WM"><b>pevam</b></a><br />da ne uteknu<br />časovi ovi,<br />lovine<br /><br />iz kose bištim<br />zerice <br />prašine sjajne,<br />zvezdane<br />kaldrmom vrištim <br />dok privijam <br />crvene, ranjene <br />petice<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-3828517323374682498?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-86149139149828206222011-12-05T12:54:00.000+01:002011-12-05T12:54:29.627+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YfSH0y1Lj9E/TtysU0UGr7I/AAAAAAAABv8/9LZfQNETTSc/s1600/postansko%2Bsanduce.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="301" width="315" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YfSH0y1Lj9E/TtysU0UGr7I/AAAAAAAABv8/9LZfQNETTSc/s320/postansko%2Bsanduce.png" /></a></div><br />(fotografija preuzeta sa <a href="http://www.jaymug.com"><b>adrese</b></a>)<br /><br />klonim se: aveti prostih<br />brojeva, sklonih ponavljanju,<br />prisustva koje iznova i iznova otkriva<br />zakone novog poretka: raspršenost<br />razlomaka, suočenja bez<br />obrazloženja.<br />prokletstva poštanskog sandučeta<br />stižu me, savršene <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p41xLRmEPoY"><b>kazne</b></a><br />na poslednjoj<br />borbenoj<br />liniji brojanja<br />bez sumnji u sumiranja<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-8614913914982820622?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-52548815678380250562011-12-04T14:02:00.000+01:002011-12-04T14:02:00.765+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fRk83m01BN0/TttuCxsZxCI/AAAAAAAABvw/R_ZcVc--xqA/s1600/porodica3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="168" width="224" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fRk83m01BN0/TttuCxsZxCI/AAAAAAAABvw/R_ZcVc--xqA/s320/porodica3.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />moj je tata znao vešto da sakuplja varnice posle<br />gromova slagati munje poput drva za loženje <br />na kub prostora hitro spremiti postelje uljudno<br />zamoliti za malo tišine isključivo zbog jake <br />glavobolje jutrima pred ogledalima dugo <br />i pomno brojati sede na slepim očima i ježevim<br />obrazima moja je mati znala svirati violinu dobro<br />i strasno voleti ronjenje dok nije razbila akvarijum<br />sred zebnje misleći kako ženi lepo je samo <br />u kupovini gde usput može zaključiti da <br />večnost i beskraj su na istoj razini i ja sam znao <br />dugo grickati nokte često plakati suzom crvenom <br />zbog ljute paprike i bake mamine majke koja <br />moje srce i prste je u nju umakala grohotom<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-5254881567838025056?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-61539842491370455072011-11-27T14:15:00.000+01:002011-11-27T14:15:23.648+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AgO1fQQI7M4/TtI2UBCyEPI/AAAAAAAABuQ/1gKWR0fmSM8/s1600/brod1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="140" width="140" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AgO1fQQI7M4/TtI2UBCyEPI/AAAAAAAABuQ/1gKWR0fmSM8/s320/brod1.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />te noći je zeleni mesec dovukao<br />svoje preteške čeze, bolestan <br /><br />sasvim<br /><br />na vrh naše šuškave <br />breze, tu. ukopan stao<br />naglo<br />normalan, suv i beo. svećama <br />umekšan izraz u mati, molitvama<br />ispran, trezven i zreo <br /><br />(ne bi li<br />mogla<br />nežnostima verovati <br /><br />ponovo)<br /><br />usisavam tišinu iz grla. izleću <br />miševi gotovo slepi i mala sova<br />ljupkog zeva, potpunog očaja<br /><br />tatu ispraćamo mama, ja<br />i crkvena zvona<br /><br />u pokušaju da umilostive<br />nemost<br />neba, sunčevi pipci ispod stuba<br />maminog jezika. u njegovoj šaci <br />moja<br />ruka. druga njiha <br /><br />kovčežić okovan. mornarski,<br />strahom<br /><br />(rekvijem mora jednim dahom) <br /><br />uz ogradu broda<br />modro i bistro<br />njegovim okom <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxPSToloHtw"><b>ljeska se voda</b></a>. želim ga<br />puniti <br /><br />ribama, lutkom, bojom, zvukom<br />celim jednim<br />zoološkim vrtom<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-6153984249137045507?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-60410869819630418012011-11-23T22:58:00.000+01:002011-11-23T22:58:38.904+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lo5jveyJ__c/Ts1sGn2ZtLI/AAAAAAAABuE/4OVkNKP0rUk/s1600/zaljubljeni2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="182" width="277" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lo5jveyJ__c/Ts1sGn2ZtLI/AAAAAAAABuE/4OVkNKP0rUk/s320/zaljubljeni2.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />uživam, u sporim kretnjama voljene <br />žene, kad krene: bledim prstima glačati<br />nabore plahosti, velike dugmiće, rupice <br />s odore. stolom skupljati so za hlebove, <br />vinom dojiti, kriškati sireve. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N8UF7Zlmyz0&feature=feedrec_grec_index"><b>voleti</b></a>. <br />voleti male zečeve, na koži zbrajati dlakave<br />ježeve. potvrdno njihati dremljive prizore.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-6041086981963041801?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-85164104267810588162011-11-18T00:08:00.001+01:002011-11-19T12:11:33.367+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8LBRblfyO7o/TsWTKMc_p5I/AAAAAAAABt0/9X-YZjA4IVk/s1600/Mnemozina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="179" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8LBRblfyO7o/TsWTKMc_p5I/AAAAAAAABt0/9X-YZjA4IVk/s320/Mnemozina.jpg" /></a></div><br /><b>(Slika: Mnemozina sa svetiljkom, Autor: Dante Gabriel Rossetti)</b><br /><br /><br />mora<br />da je<br />Mnemozina<br />imala<br />jednog<br />(barem)<br />vanbračnog<br />sina<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-8516410426781058816?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-82329161829547201122011-11-17T10:19:00.000+01:002011-11-17T10:19:07.266+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yHhoi-jiseU/TsTOunGyyRI/AAAAAAAABto/yGYBEJXxPi8/s1600/jablanov_mesec%2Bu%2Bprozoru.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="203" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yHhoi-jiseU/TsTOunGyyRI/AAAAAAAABto/yGYBEJXxPi8/s320/jablanov_mesec%2Bu%2Bprozoru.jpg" /></a></div><br />(fotografija preuzeta sa <a href="http://fotkapofotka.blogspot.com"><b>bloga</b></a>)<br /><br /><br />opet nam umire<br /><br />mesec u otklonu<br />modrine <br />oka polovi<br /><br />u Dore<br /><br />održavanje<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1DHGaBK7So4&feature=related"><b>pristojne</b></a> (raz)daljine<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-8232916182954720112?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-85037428372274162162011-11-16T14:19:00.002+01:002011-11-16T14:28:56.588+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eZ4PpGON_Y/TsO2LJ37j1I/AAAAAAAABtY/hAQNSfI2i7g/s1600/obala.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eZ4PpGON_Y/TsO2LJ37j1I/AAAAAAAABtY/hAQNSfI2i7g/s320/obala.jpg" /></a></div><br />(fotografija preuzeta sa <b>World of Black&White photography</b>)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />za katarku<br />k’o stub soli<br />vezan rečju<br />zvukom<br /><br />kletvom<br /><br />paluba mu konačište<br />u sezoni straha<br /><br />lova<br /><br />strepnje njište <br />znojnim bedrom<br />čemerima<br />dimom<br />s mora<br />šušti<br />šapat mrtvih<br />dokaz živim<br /><br />sve da krenu<br />kroz talase<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zkAFV-hw1Js&feature=related"><b>pesmu</b></a><br /><br />penu<br /><br />lakih nogu<br />Nerejide<br />nijedna ga<br />neće spas’ti<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-8503742837227416216?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-11908781311370121482011-11-15T15:21:00.000+01:002011-11-15T15:21:46.629+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2YSxjhtmD8U/TsJ0xEpU38I/AAAAAAAABtM/pjHGEMrSqzA/s1600/jablanov_pticice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2YSxjhtmD8U/TsJ0xEpU38I/AAAAAAAABtM/pjHGEMrSqzA/s320/jablanov_pticice.jpg" /></a></div><br />(fotografija preuzeta sa <a href="http://fotkapofotka.blogspot.com/"><b>bloga</b></a>)<br /><br />oči neke sve lihtije<br />čekaju jutra pod lipama<br />niko ne ume i ne može<br />smelije<br />da opravda kašnjenja<br />sunca<br />od njene kože<br />u zaglušujuća svitanja<br />modrih <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YyfPiKoypxQ&feature=related"><b>ptica</b></a><br />u galopima<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-1190878131137012148?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-48300148837871139042011-11-14T15:35:00.000+01:002011-11-14T15:35:48.619+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EC7oYhlVQ-U/TsEnDC9p8EI/AAAAAAAABtA/VHIho-Jm8To/s1600/spa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="160" width="196" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EC7oYhlVQ-U/TsEnDC9p8EI/AAAAAAAABtA/VHIho-Jm8To/s320/spa.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />sagnuta <br />nad ivicom <br />kade<br />ona brije <br />svoje noge <br />sve dok ne zasijaju<br />kao u manekenki <br />sa reklama<br />na hladnoći <br />pločica<br />drhti kapljica <br />pene<br />njegov pogled <br />zastao<br />na breteli <br />kombinezona<br />skliznule <br />sa njenog ramena<br />krotka svetlost <br />na klavikuli<br />desnoj<br />uvećan <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3k-_yGWmHkg&feature=related"><b>detalj</b></a><br />svedočio<br />o lepoti <br />jutra u nastajanju<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-4830014883787113904?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-73321096555687906492011-11-11T02:06:00.001+01:002011-11-11T11:12:58.526+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K1cdSBeFUZQ/Trx09E3ajRI/AAAAAAAABsQ/xY0Vzv33LQI/s1600/kuca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="176" width="199" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K1cdSBeFUZQ/Trx09E3ajRI/AAAAAAAABsQ/xY0Vzv33LQI/s320/kuca.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />moja susetka dva sprata niže<br />ima blajhanu kosu nosi tešku<br />šminku i uopšte se nosi...naprimer<br />kad izvodi psića u šetnju ima platneni<br />šeširić pa je njena gusta kosa<br />ukroćena razmišljam da joj kažem<br />da i svog ljubimca ukroti jer kad<br />se vrata lifta otvore dva sprata niže<br />pas jurne na mene laje i liže moje<br />prste u otvorenim sandalama u lift<br />komšinica unese laki zadah žestokog<br />alkohola i težak miris jeftinog<br />dezodoransa onda podigne u naručje<br />mezimca i okrene mi leđa da ih <br />ne uznemiravam...valjda u saginjanju<br />njen se mantil otvori ispod vidim<br />kratki kućni penjoar nikada ne <br />razgovaramo osim uobičajenog dobro<br />jutro ili dobro veče jer i naveče se pas<br />izvodi da obavi...sve što treba po <br />kučećoj prirodi stvari samo ponekad<br />žalimo zajedno za njenim sinom koji<br />je otišao u kanadu ne dolazi nikako ona<br />šapućući svom fifiju ja sebi u bradu<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-7332109655568790649?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-68570489639123254182011-11-10T13:58:00.000+01:002011-11-10T13:58:59.350+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R8xnSh68ndw/TrvKNz2GHKI/AAAAAAAABsE/-gyGMca9Cus/s1600/vatra1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="93" width="124" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R8xnSh68ndw/TrvKNz2GHKI/AAAAAAAABsE/-gyGMca9Cus/s320/vatra1.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>Poznavanje prirode i društva:<br /></b>sve vode mojih<br />zemljopisnih staza<br />krv znoj poneka suza<br />(mala nasilna armija)<br />zapaliće <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIBTg7q9oNc&feature=related"><b>baklje</b></a> budućih<br />nostalgija<br /><br /> <br /><br /><b>Hemija:</b><br />kameni ugalj moje dubine<br />fino razgoreva<br />plaši me:<br />pepela skoro da nema<br /><br /> <br /><br /><b>Astronomija:</b><br />sva moja krvna zrnca<br />rascvetavaju kao pupoljci<br />ognjenih pega u Sunca<br />(krivci su vatreni poljupci)<br /><br /> <br /><br /><b>Termodinamika:</b><br />na samom kraju (ove) pesme<br />nečujno dimi moja jesen<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-6857048963912325418?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-63602759596737063992011-11-09T12:11:00.003+01:002011-11-09T13:20:43.849+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8lz2GOCDrpY/TrpczGbNmiI/AAAAAAAABr4/pAfi6Rbl8Uc/s1600/jablanov_kuca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="217" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8lz2GOCDrpY/TrpczGbNmiI/AAAAAAAABr4/pAfi6Rbl8Uc/s320/jablanov_kuca.jpg" /></a></div><br /><i>(fotografija preuzeta sa <a href="http://fotkapofotka.blogspot.com/"><b>bloga</b></a>)</i><br /><br />ovog novembarskog jutra sunce <br />zahvata okna sivih zgrada jablanov vrh <br />naspram ograda vlažnu njušku zlatnog<br />retrivera što s rezignacijom dopušta<br />sjajnu informaciju dok ispušta <br />vrelinu nad grmom šugave dojcije<br />telom protrlja preostalo lišće miris <br />smolu vrpoljenjem otera živuću <br />populaciju buva krpelja i <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8gJZtv9rLTc&feature=related"><b>dalje odšeta</b></a><br /><br /><b>* Naslov pesme: stih Ivana V. Lalića</b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-6360275959673706399?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-52711608903296239922011-11-08T22:54:00.005+01:002011-11-08T23:39:26.978+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cSGBZVw9glA/TrmjW6RzqSI/AAAAAAAABrs/03jrXGXLQHc/s1600/jablanov_senke.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="209" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cSGBZVw9glA/TrmjW6RzqSI/AAAAAAAABrs/03jrXGXLQHc/s320/jablanov_senke.jpg" /></a></div><br /><i>(fotografija preuzeta sa <a href="http://fotkapofotka.blogspot.com/"><b>bloga</b></a>)</i><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ali večeras,<br />večeras neka ide<br />pored svega <br />što prolazi,<br />muzika<br />drhtavim sinkopama<br />pod našim stopama. još<br />ovog novembra, zapisaću:<br /><br />gledao sam, a sve vreme <br />bio tako blizu. u stanu<br /><br />suseda zaboravljena slavina<br />kapima nagriza gleđ <br />muk. nešto je<br />zemljano palo. posnom<br />prazninom čuvam stražu <br />nad posteljom. ne brini,<br />uspavaću te <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=Hlc1awP2m4k"><b>muzikom</b></a>. na razmeđi<br />noći i dana vetar će napuniti<br />kosti pepelom, utrobu<br />zaboravom. bez otisaka<br />prstiju. zasigurno,<br /><br />ujutro ću naći<br />još jedan<br />razlog da odustanem<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-5271160890329623992?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-82625785397858194522011-11-08T14:05:00.000+01:002011-11-08T14:05:05.921+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2KMa3svkF4c/TrkoA7ulanI/AAAAAAAABrg/_f00ivG5vP4/s1600/jablanov_prozor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2KMa3svkF4c/TrkoA7ulanI/AAAAAAAABrg/_f00ivG5vP4/s320/jablanov_prozor.jpg" /></a></div><br />(fotografija preuzeta sa <a href="http://fotkapofotka.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_04.html"><b>bloga</b></a>)<br /><br /><br />Putevi zaturenih zenica<br />U spletu krvavih žilica<br />Šireći raspone dužica<br />Mraku bivaju družica<br /><br />Gotovo savršena...<br /><br />Zaplašene smrću od počinka<br />Desni ističu odvažnost očnjaka<br />Budnost noćnog <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vN7S3A6mPJI&feature=related"><b>dužnika</b></a><br />Igra se smrti putnika<br /><br />Priča završena.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-8262578539785819452?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-28814795150438545972011-11-02T15:47:00.000+01:002011-11-02T15:47:33.043+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xvI5S5acFr0/TrFXHgDdxlI/AAAAAAAABq8/PLxzFInDQYo/s1600/gramofon1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="152" width="152" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xvI5S5acFr0/TrFXHgDdxlI/AAAAAAAABq8/PLxzFInDQYo/s320/gramofon1.jpg" /></a></div>Noćas stari gramofon svira iznova <br />istu <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d22CiKMPpaY&feature=related"><b>melodiju</b></a>. Tonovi sa ruba čulnosti <br />vibriraju, spremni za temeljnu <br />dekonstrukciju sna i milozvučnosti. <br />Plima ritma u krešendu uverava <br />da se misao pokorava čudu, mogućem <br />pod zastorom pijanih scena u šumećoj<br />statici polovnog gramofona. Kao<br />ušećeren čemer zvuk će teći. I bol: <br />noćas zbog distorzije misli, neće leći.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-2881479515043854597?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-23100589724310637632011-11-01T15:37:00.000+01:002011-11-01T15:37:09.424+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ErlGYgvuNs/TrADzVyU-yI/AAAAAAAABqw/-VDadRpGyuk/s1600/aaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="194" width="259" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ErlGYgvuNs/TrADzVyU-yI/AAAAAAAABqw/-VDadRpGyuk/s320/aaa.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>: vrata</b><br />zatočenik sam<br />skrivene odaje<br />s ključem u rukama<br />na vratima<br />što očekuje<br />da proključa<br />tek u pesmama<br /><br /><b>: sto</b><br />za stolom<br />glatkim<br />s ponekom mrvom<br />raskamenjeni<br />senka i ja<br />pramenom<br />zore<br /><br /><b>: stolica</b><br />na golom federu<br />stolice <br />tapacirane<br />titraju<br />čestice<br />fine prašine<br /><br /><b>: prozor</b><br />tama prozora<br />naličje straha<br />šušanj vetra<br />udah bez daha<br />brojanje prstiju<br />rešavanje<br />matematike tela<br />kostiju<br /><br /><b>: ogledalo</b><br />mapa plavih<br />krhkih vena <br />urezan pejzaž <br />u slepoočnice<br />zagledaš li se <br />između<br />u jednu <br />pa drugu tačku<br />videćeš<br />ponornice<br />zastale u mraku<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7cw0ZrAeboU&feature=related"><b>prostor - vreme :</b></a><br />krajnja slika sobe<br />pumpa kroz tebe<br />samoću vasione<br />i mirise žene<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-2310058972431063763?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-88413663336592975892011-10-31T15:42:00.000+01:002011-10-31T15:42:49.350+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PtA6D2IO--g/Tq6zKrhUWVI/AAAAAAAABqY/LAi-jd0zEnA/s1600/komunikacija.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="85" width="128" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PtA6D2IO--g/Tq6zKrhUWVI/AAAAAAAABqY/LAi-jd0zEnA/s320/komunikacija.bmp" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />sedimo noćima <br />opasani ćutnjom <br />pred našim svedocima <br />i njihovim <br />starim licima <br />u osipanju meseca <br />u zimi <br />široko nad pustinjom <br />s lošim aspektom <br />znaka u trećoj kući <br />slutimo<br />proleće neće stići <br />pod našim sumnjivim<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dzlRPoyt2OA&feature=related"><b>ravnodušnim</b></a> stopalima <br />cipele punimo<br />vinom <br />otrovom <br />i daljinama<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-8841366333659297589?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-17351595005880285802011-10-28T00:46:00.002+02:002011-10-28T01:53:05.557+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G3pBjWt12bE/TqnW8k2KKYI/AAAAAAAABqI/4ek-N-q8KG4/s1600/oktobarski.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="195" width="258" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G3pBjWt12bE/TqnW8k2KKYI/AAAAAAAABqI/4ek-N-q8KG4/s320/oktobarski.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Danas ću napraviti izuzetak: Umesto pesme, postaviću jedan link. Nadam se da ćete razumeti. Ovo nije moja borba i ne želim da se moja reč shvati krivo, jer koliko god pravila otklon, moja će reč zvučati subjektivno. Na vama je, moji čitaoci, da procenite da li je "borba" u koju se upustio Andrija u redu ili ne ili je još jedan donkihotovski rat sa vetrenjačama... <br /><br />Ovo nije samo bitka za očuvanje ličnog integriteta jednog <a href="http://www.politika.rs/rubrike/Kultura/Spor-oko-logotipa.sr.html"><b>mladog umetnika</b></a> , no i obraza jedne struke, pa i šire. <br /><br />Zakon je jasan i na njegovoj je strani.<br /><br />Sudska praksa oko zaštite autorskog prava (kad su ovakve profesije u pitanju) je "tanka" pa će samim tim borba biti teška.<br /><br />Nadam se najboljem.<br />Hvala na razumevanju!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-1735159500588028580?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-51514291507370084922011-10-27T15:25:00.000+02:002011-10-27T15:25:09.245+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pk6CVrOJJpY/TqlbNRo_GcI/AAAAAAAABp8/s0kaa4sK1ck/s1600/bodljikava-zica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="188" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pk6CVrOJJpY/TqlbNRo_GcI/AAAAAAAABp8/s0kaa4sK1ck/s320/bodljikava-zica.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">bilo je dana kada se išlo velikim</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">hodom Do članaka u malim vodama</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">Barama Isto je tako bivalo zbog naših</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">ispucalih ožiljaka u nesvakidašnjim</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">zimskim sušama Noćno nam se nebo</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">petrolejkom razlivalo klešući beleg u</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">vrelo čelo Iznutra došaptana kletva </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">kao obavezna jutarnja mantra Nadalje</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">gledamo siromašne kadrove Zlodusi </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">tame i dalje jašu O sapi im se kao široke</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">rečne brodove poslednje naše varnice </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">krešu I psovke duboke kao beznađa</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">zapljuskuju obale prljavih predgrađa </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">Uspavanke to su za <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xPLg5gA-9ck"><b>decu</b></a> Večite taoce</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-5151429150737008492?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-79907934933565689502011-10-26T13:06:00.000+02:002011-10-26T13:06:01.746+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C7dcFQPF1iM/TqfmycsyT7I/AAAAAAAABpw/G91mxH0FxQA/s1600/mak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="93" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C7dcFQPF1iM/TqfmycsyT7I/AAAAAAAABpw/G91mxH0FxQA/s320/mak.jpg" width="130" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">Pokisla porta</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">U prosjakovoj šaci</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">zveckaju &nbsp;kapi</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">U žitnom polju</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">zgaženi putokazi</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">Hodam po suncu</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">Naglo buđenje</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">Znoj orosio tminu</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">Snovi za priču</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-7990793493356568950?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-52182165532034671792011-10-25T15:39:00.000+02:002011-10-25T15:39:45.050+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dZs1WROPm7I/Tqa6M5rwSRI/AAAAAAAABpk/89a9N6fMCE4/s1600/reka1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="103" width="137" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dZs1WROPm7I/Tqa6M5rwSRI/AAAAAAAABpk/89a9N6fMCE4/s320/reka1.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />prvo što vidim: prošupljen čamac nabubrelih<br />dasaka izdiše u plićaku i snevesela vesla kao<br />prsla rebra nebo lome na dvoje. klizeći verandom<br />za mnom zevaju čaške minđušica u cvatu kao<br />posmrtna zvona mom detinjstvu. basamak uronio<br />u tamu kuće za odmor. onda: prolazim svim tim <br />sobama i brojim sitnu gamad okrenutu poleđuške <br />pogledom na usahle grede. samo revnosni <br />pauci mrežama argumentuju život u tami. i grana<br />loze što okno grebe ostavlja trag sedefne prašine<br />pepelnice. paklena promaja šiba niz kolena. sa haljine<br />viče boja mog rođenja crvenim umače u beli prah. <br />sećanje na topline. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zjxt1ISmXs0&feature=related"><b>šta ostaje</b></a>: ući u ledenu <br />vodu. širokim zamasima obići masne lokvanje.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-5218216553203467179?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-65415405069517262502011-10-24T15:48:00.003+02:002011-10-24T15:53:43.315+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1QyFJWRSup8/TqVsO1kuQzI/AAAAAAAABpY/wr_XEM7ml_A/s1600/macka.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="246" width="205" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1QyFJWRSup8/TqVsO1kuQzI/AAAAAAAABpY/wr_XEM7ml_A/s320/macka.jpg" /></a></div><br />(Ilustracija: preuzeto sa <a href="http://www.kuronekosan-nekosan.blogspot.com"><b>bloga</b></a>)<br /><br /><br />Puna mesečina Bremenita<br />žena na balkonu Lagano<br />prelazi preko stomaka Rukom<br />drugom otresa mrve kolača<br />sa grudi U slučajnom bljesku<br />lampe u uglu sobe vidim: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AkX-z2fzLhg&feature=related"><b>Mačka</b></a><br />u krilu čoveka drema...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-6541540506951726250?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-87955049708226612072011-10-21T18:59:00.000+02:002011-10-21T18:59:50.445+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--3frVjS6EqI/TqGkkx_PrQI/AAAAAAAABpI/YvVpDlutkes/s1600/su%25C5%25A1a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="128" width="170" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--3frVjS6EqI/TqGkkx_PrQI/AAAAAAAABpI/YvVpDlutkes/s320/su%25C5%25A1a.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />to su one misli koje se dižu sa polja<br />isparavanja, u nadi da će postati vidljive<br />kao telesnost i estetika. nastaju često kao <br />sitna greška krupnog plana. velika čistina.<br />u prostoru omeđenom ogledalima što dišu<br />- očima - njihova lakost zna vešto da <br />klizi usnama. reč nastavlja poetiku linije, <br />spaja glavu i rep u konačnom ciklusu: <br />beskrajni elan za divljenje! kao, recimo, <br />prekomerna doza nestrpljivosti, zadovoljavajuća <br />samo u slučaju kada pokušava da odmrsi <br />sintaksu čuda, nazvanog život.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-8795504970822661207?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-19594888953297565612011-10-21T12:50:00.001+02:002011-10-21T21:59:36.017+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VD-59fFJlPc/TqFLKDNMQxI/AAAAAAAABo8/zcUlplS7A-A/s1600/ptice%2Bjelena%2Bmiric.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="271" width="186" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VD-59fFJlPc/TqFLKDNMQxI/AAAAAAAABo8/zcUlplS7A-A/s320/ptice%2Bjelena%2Bmiric.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>(Slika: PTICE, autor Jelena Mirić)</b><br /><br />kuda letiš<br />ptico damarico<br />da l’ rumenu dojku neba<br />krilom grliš<br />na kraj reda<br />kako treba<br />da počekaš<br />anđeoska milovanja<br /><br />što ne šuškaš<br />zlatnim kljunom<br />ptico slamarico<br />trepeljivo<br />da na tvoja<br />krila bela<br />strpeljivo<br />želju spustim<br /><br />zašto begaš<br />ptico lažljivico<br />i bez traga<br />kom’ ostavljaš <br />iznad praga<br />svoje ptiće<br />siroćiće<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LanCLS_hIo4"><b>pesmom</b></a> ugnježdene<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-1959488895329756561?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-76211023617420743252011-10-20T15:46:00.001+02:002011-10-20T16:01:25.717+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c2UmAfMVotw/TqAk-rNivrI/AAAAAAAABow/K_8g9T0wiis/s1600/mraz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="194" width="259" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c2UmAfMVotw/TqAk-rNivrI/AAAAAAAABow/K_8g9T0wiis/s320/mraz.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />zelena dahtanja<br />prošla kroz žita<br />žuta letnja<br />anarhija<br />i senovita mesta<br />odavno popaljena<br />kao mrtva revolucija<br />nervoza se premešta<br />sa žbunja<br />pod drvored<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6NpVE-Ko8to&feature=related"><b>suncem obasjan</b></a> sad<br />drugi deo života<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-7621102361742074325?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-70902991556258043452011-10-19T14:13:00.000+02:002011-10-19T14:13:56.598+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-986ApYlSb9c/Tp68GtDf6-I/AAAAAAAABok/dOuyDv8Rf7c/s1600/mesec10.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="101" width="124" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-986ApYlSb9c/Tp68GtDf6-I/AAAAAAAABok/dOuyDv8Rf7c/s320/mesec10.bmp" /></a></div>kašalj održava gipkost<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JkEMwcm4vbM&feature=related"><b>ritma</b></a> iza zastora<br />kratke bajalice<br />pre spavanja sa niskom<br />amplitudom u zamahu<br />divljih reči u ravnici sna<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-7090299155625804345?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-76970271842200301342011-10-19T11:00:00.000+02:002011-10-19T11:00:15.386+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0dkf_qUryw/Tp6QSnfp2LI/AAAAAAAABoY/GpXZfuAT-Gg/s1600/haustor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="142" width="137" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0dkf_qUryw/Tp6QSnfp2LI/AAAAAAAABoY/GpXZfuAT-Gg/s320/haustor.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>(iz ciklusa SLIKE MOG GRADA)</b><br /><br />purpurno srce dečaka<br />sa prljavog stubišta<br />meko i toplo<br />kao zvuci pianina<br />ili okreti balerina<br />ispod staklenog neba<br />rasklopivog<br />titravo <br />diše <br />u igri sa škrtim <br />zrakom haustora<br />kojim<br />čađavi svetlarnik izdiše<br /><br />orosilo <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qe_1B1P9Bw4"><b>bicikl</b></a><br /><br />i dva modra jezerca<br />na njemu<br /><br />skliznula poput kapi <br />ulja na vodi<br />i maltezer beli<br />što ga gospođa izvodi<br />iz stana broj tri<br />na dete kevće<br />besno hlapće suze<br />i dve tri kapi krvi<br /><br />na bicikli<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-7697027184220030134?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-11619629906980854972011-10-14T00:28:00.004+02:002011-10-14T01:37:12.162+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_D3CAnh_fpM/TpdlG920T1I/AAAAAAAABoM/9JiKC6G9YDY/s1600/sefardi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="130" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_D3CAnh_fpM/TpdlG920T1I/AAAAAAAABoM/9JiKC6G9YDY/s320/sefardi.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>(Danilu Kišu)</b><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />bolesna pesma<br />u meni šapuće<br />crno<br />sunce za vratom <br />škripuće<br />krivotvorim kavez<br />svojim rebrima<br />ja te videh<br /><br />u kolu sa vilama<br />pođoh tud <br />čupav<br />lud<br />i raspasan<br />kleknuh pred tobom<br />suv i raspevan<br /><br /><i>Bohoreta</i><br /><br />pa onda<br />sve to zverinje<br />iza plota<br />krađa živine<br />i muk svile <br />u noćnim kricima<br />dugi nož <br />na mestu<br />u koricama<br />krst od kostreti<br />u krvavim rukama<br />i nebo leluja <br /><br />majčinom čipkom<br />tebe bosu <br />u višnjinom sadu <br />grlim hladnu<br />bezobrazno mladu<br /><br /><i>modrooka<br />Eta</i><br /><br />šošan cveta<br />prepukla glasa<br />iz grla pesma<br />nova<br />istovetnih snova<br />hodati se mora <br />i kad sumnjaš <br />u stopala<br />zažmuriću <br />da mi se<br />pričinjava <br />što sam <br />i koliko prevideo<br />puzaću<br />koliko treba<br />obnevideo<br /><br /><i>zbog tebi, kćeri</i><br /><br />klackam na rubu<br />spavam u sredini<br />pipam<br />po tmini<br />krvarim na belini<br />a tebi osmeh <br />na licu osta<br />moji vulkani<br />vatrena usta<br /><br />da sipam<br />vatru i kišu<br />i zemlju bljujem <br />po meni<br />ni smrti se ne plašim<br />to mogu srećni<br /><br /><br /><b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DdcusOXh_f8">adio kerida</a></b><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"></span><br /><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>* Bohoreta:&nbsp;Nadimak koji su sefardske porodice davale prvorođenoj deci - Bohor za najstarijeg sina, Bohoreta za kćer.&nbsp;</b></span></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">* šošan : na hebrejskom ruža</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"></span></b><br /><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-1161962990698085497?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-39150995149574629552011-10-11T09:21:00.000+02:002011-10-11T09:21:00.254+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQsS2VuiW3s/TpPtcRdwrJI/AAAAAAAABoA/4j45b_hosRQ/s1600/tramvaj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="195" width="259" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQsS2VuiW3s/TpPtcRdwrJI/AAAAAAAABoA/4j45b_hosRQ/s320/tramvaj.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(iz ciklusa SLIKE MOG GRADA)<br /><br />i tog su proleća<br />bulevarom<br />revolucije<br /><br /> <br />drhtali<br /><br /> <br />iscvetani platani klonolistni<br />na svakoj<br />krunici kao pahulji<br /><br /> <br />blistali<br /><br /> <br />ugravirani osmesi<br />garavi<br />dečaci nedovršenih krila<br /><br /> <br />visili<br /><br /> <br />na stražnjici<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Le7DGRPMWgg"><b>tramvaja broj sedam</b></a><br />oni hrabriji<br /><br /> <br />na ulazima, zadnja vrata<br />nalik alpinistima<br />licem se i noktima<br /><br /> <br />zakačili<br /><br /> <br />kao po stenama<br />Mont Blana, Ararata<br />kroz prste prirubljene<br /><br /> <br /><br />uz stakla<br />tramvaja broj sedam<br />pogledom sam<br /><br /> <br />dodirivala<br /><br /> <br />poslednje<br />pahulje<br />u njima<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-3915099514957462955?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-48144502616727004502011-10-08T00:26:00.000+02:002011-10-08T00:26:58.034+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O725wFAVhQ4/To92i3qEV0I/AAAAAAAABn4/iqIA6RVG3hQ/s1600/vracara.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="174" width="290" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O725wFAVhQ4/To92i3qEV0I/AAAAAAAABn4/iqIA6RVG3hQ/s320/vracara.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />u šolju će ti gledim<br />ubodi!<br />ubod na tu<br />ijuuuu!<br />čega li vidim<br />oj. oj. oj...<br />što se ga nutka ovdi <br /><br />prvo ti bude:<br />imaješ puta<br />u stranskoj<br />neka zemlja<br />bosoglav<br />k'o veprina ljuta<br />tabanat ćeš<br />makova polja<br /><br />lele! <br />smotri te moma<br />brez ič ič glasa<br />k'o pala od juče <br />direkt sa marsa<br />iš, iš! otude<br />kokošptico<br />brez repa i gaća<br />slamarico<br /><br />(eve ti skoriš<br />sipni bućkuriš<br />novo ti ga zborim)<br /><br />skidam sa tebi <br />golemi tereti<br />i bela i crna <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFOc0aJr1Ts&feature=related"><b>bajanja</b></a><br /><br />mešaj:<br />repak od miša <br />i mlekca sporiša<br />zuba dva krnja<br />detinja<br />malkice soli<br />oči od sovi<br />od bisku jeziče <br />na drvo ćumurče <br /><br />begaj!<br />zloćo<br />sa praga tega<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-4814450261672700450?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-77083629054801309602011-10-07T14:41:00.001+02:002011-10-11T09:22:52.102+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFGhVeSmftU/To7zP2eOboI/AAAAAAAABnw/1TNy70-rX2A/s1600/kost.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="183" width="276" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFGhVeSmftU/To7zP2eOboI/AAAAAAAABnw/1TNy70-rX2A/s320/kost.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(iz ciklusa SLIKE MOGA GRADA)<br /><br /><br /><b>MINI MAXI ODJAVA</b><br />baš lepo veče<br />ljubazno<br />klanja prodavac<br />sa trunom pepela<br />među zubima<br />otkucava mirno<br />kraj dana<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>NADVLAČENJE</b><br />kod kante za smeće ispred<br />ulaza čovek i pas jednu<br />kosku glođu sa različitih <br />strana vetar okreće masnu<br />naslovnicu glorije koja<br />smeši se nečijem jeziku <br />što liže krupne naslove <br />ispod koske do koske<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-7708362905480130960?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-47536761398073507522011-10-06T23:29:00.000+02:002011-10-06T23:29:28.480+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zqd5YA6821o/To4dM0RSGeI/AAAAAAAABno/3HCpUhIYUig/s1600/prolecni%2Bcvet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="198" width="254" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zqd5YA6821o/To4dM0RSGeI/AAAAAAAABno/3HCpUhIYUig/s320/prolecni%2Bcvet.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>(Albi)</b><br /><br />napisacu pesmu<br />koja dise<br />u ovom jutru<br />iza zida<br />reći ćeš:<br />procvetalo sunce<br />i sasvim ćeš<br />lagano kapljati<br />k'o dan po dan<br />dok budem<br />slagao oblake<br />drveće <br />poglede<br />u herbarijum <br />tvoje šake<br />napisaću stih veseli<br />tražićeš<br />sebe u njemu<br />kazaćeš<br />osmehom svima:<br />pretvorio me<br />svu u <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3_XDK2rtTGY&feature=related"><b>pesmu</b></a><br />i tako me čuva<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-4753676139807350752?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-65027295305255257212011-10-05T09:50:00.001+02:002011-10-05T09:51:31.577+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sc5fSxLs5Zo/TowKxE-_MwI/AAAAAAAABng/a9xQl6eMPqQ/s1600/dorijan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="263" width="192" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sc5fSxLs5Zo/TowKxE-_MwI/AAAAAAAABng/a9xQl6eMPqQ/s320/dorijan.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Došao sam tebi kao što reka ide moru<br />Žrtvovao sam jednim potezom i svoj tok i svoje planine<br />Napustio sam zbog tebe svoje prijatelje i svoje detinjstvo<br />Svaka kap vode moga života upila je so tvoje neizmernosti<br />Tvoje sunce uništilo je moju prošlost pretke<br />Ti vladaš nad mojom krvlju nad mojim snovima nad mojim ludilom<br />Dao sam ti sve svoje sećanje kao jednu kovrdžu moje kose<br />Spavam samo u tvojim snegovima<br />Razvalio sam svoju postelju rasterao svoje dobre vile<br />Odrekao sam se već davno svojih legendi<br />U kojima su Rembo Kras i Dikas<br />I Valmor koja plače u ponoći<br />Konopac Nervalov prekinuo se<br />I metak koji je ubio Ljermontova prošao je kroz moje srce<br />Podeljeno tvojim koracima<br />Razvejano tvojim pokretima<br />Ko zaljubljeni vetar neke šume<br />Ja idem za prašinom koja se jutrom goni iz kuće<br />I koja se strpljivo vraća neprimetno u toku čitavog dana<br />Bršljan koji raste a da niko ne primećuje<br />Dok ga ne sakate u njegovoj vernosti<br />Ja sam izlizani kamen silom tvoga stalnog šetanja<br />Stolica koja te čeka na tvome uobičajenom mestu<br />Okno sa koga tvoje čelo gori gledajući u prazno<br />Petparački roman koji govori samo o tebi<br />Otvoreno pismo zaboravljeno pre no što je pročitano<br />Prekinuta rečenica na koju vraćati se nema značaja<br />Treptanje soba kroz koje se prošlo<br />Parfem koji ostavljaš za sobom<br />A kad izađeš nesrećan sam kao i tvoje ogledalo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-6502729530525525721?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-37084338128140673412011-10-03T00:07:00.000+02:002011-10-03T00:07:40.884+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i20jXFQcaOw/Tojgeqpm2YI/AAAAAAAABnY/qHX6Qbb7R8M/s1600/kapija.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="109" width="128" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i20jXFQcaOw/Tojgeqpm2YI/AAAAAAAABnY/qHX6Qbb7R8M/s320/kapija.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />idući s’početka pa sve do kraja<br />od svoje kože do srca mete<br />od kose vlasi do korena pete<br />na tebi danas sve sija.<br /><br /><i>Ti sijaš.</i> Sijaš,<br /><br />na suseda kapiji preko puta <br />senka ti postaje toplo žuta.<br />Promene su uvek moguće<br />treba ti vreme i oko svemoguće.<br /><br /><i>Ti osećaš.</i> Osećaš, <br /><br />pod uglačan, vatra pucketa<br />prijatan miris kuhinjskog izobilja.<br />Ali njih nema, a ni posebnog milja<br />samo dim i čađ suvog drveta.<br /><br /><i>Ali, ti znaš.</i> Znaš,<br /><br />na pragu si. Kažeš: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hSajFnkUxQY"><b><i>Zdravo!</i></b></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-3708433812814067341?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-12634570552287950052011-10-01T20:47:00.000+02:002011-10-01T20:47:29.925+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lla6bPJ0XlM/Todf_R7ZBeI/AAAAAAAABnQ/0wXbep38kUw/s1600/tatu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="166" width="117" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lla6bPJ0XlM/Todf_R7ZBeI/AAAAAAAABnQ/0wXbep38kUw/s320/tatu.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />tati se mreška<br />mama na podlaktici<br />tatu mladosti<br /><br />**<br /><br /><br />pokretna slika<br />dinamikom ikone<br />zvono ućutka<br /><br />**<br /><br /><br /><br />vrhovi brda<br />modrinama ukrali<br />nevinost <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b91xd-ZS4Fg"><b>zori</b></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-1263457055228795005?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-25457812189553295472011-10-01T15:36:00.000+02:002011-10-01T15:36:17.225+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PllBkQiY0zA/TocWz7nihiI/AAAAAAAABnI/lcyxWkCp294/s1600/mislilac.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="183" width="275" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PllBkQiY0zA/TocWz7nihiI/AAAAAAAABnI/lcyxWkCp294/s320/mislilac.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />prileglo veče morem što peni, zrelinom<br />peče smokva u meni. i pauk crni golemi<br />istkao zvezdi mesec bledi, za naklon nemi<br />lakim klimom, pesku crnom, beloj peni. i <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-7pi1fQtliM&feature=related"><b><b>meni</b></b></a><br />što prosjakinji sličim. ispruženom rukom<br />na rubu drhtim. kapljem crnom rosom<br />na ponoćne svoje pesme crne, dok obalom<br />hladnom što netrem’ce bdi, hoda ravnodušan<br />čovek jedan. i zločinci svi sa njim. molim<br />da nestane iz mene. kažem ne, neću više<br />prizivati huk krvotoka. ni misliti na purpurne<br />zore istoka. ni vezivati čvor sudbine <br />na mrtvo. a znam kako je. bez njega tako <br />pusto i gluvo je. i moru se valja mrtva, <br />crna reka dok iz mene klija izdanak tri pusta<br />veka, neosunčanog lica. ja volim i mrzim, <br />u isto vreme, crnih klica trulo seme.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-2545781218955329547?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-46170837465609161512011-10-01T08:41:00.000+02:002011-10-01T08:41:14.435+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DbdpQxrPnD4/Toa0gCeId3I/AAAAAAAABnA/ujfvZCf2qX8/s1600/bubice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="259" width="194" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DbdpQxrPnD4/Toa0gCeId3I/AAAAAAAABnA/ujfvZCf2qX8/s320/bubice.jpg" /></a></div>iznad<br />nonšalantnosti krošanja<br />što struje<br />pokretima lista<br />kretanja<br />bez ikakvog smisla<br />u istrošenoj metafori<br />zelenila<br />trajanja<br />pokatkad<br />iz raspukle kore oka<br />ume da izleti<br />krilata buba neka<br />nikad<br />aluzija na <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvNpvM2Nf28&feature=related"><b>anđela</b></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-4617083746560916151?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-49036714044885373352011-09-30T15:09:00.000+02:002011-09-30T15:09:22.878+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1H4X3ADWuAo/ToW-dcyouFI/AAAAAAAABm4/Gwe0l_CcOak/s1600/crno-belo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="139" width="139" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1H4X3ADWuAo/ToW-dcyouFI/AAAAAAAABm4/Gwe0l_CcOak/s320/crno-belo2.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ponavljaš: slamka si na koju zagrcnut<br />ambis diše. pitaš: da li brvno kojim<br />koračamo truli od voda, puca li od kiše. nikada<br />ne ideš. na dodeljenom jeziku izgovaraš<br />kletvu: putovanja su smrt vremena, vraćanja<br />samo puki zbir čežnji. sakrićeš se, umesto tebe<br />drugi će nastaviti <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=abZlWqVeLzg"><b>put</b></a>. krilo u kome dremaš,<br />hladno je.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-4903671404488537335?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-3184285338355525312011-09-30T14:51:00.001+02:002011-09-30T14:57:33.413+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qVPqWfUf3_k/ToW7Cg64F-I/AAAAAAAABmw/HGNrlydooqM/s1600/twins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="258" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qVPqWfUf3_k/ToW7Cg64F-I/AAAAAAAABmw/HGNrlydooqM/s320/twins.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br />Jedan je tužan broj,<br />u dvoje bolje stoj.<br />Tri je već zavidan stroj!<br />Četiri: željama dom kroj.<br />Pet: budžet brigama zbroj.<br />Za sve nadalje: Stoj! Stoj,<br />da ne poteku krv, suze i znoj...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>(Fotografija preuzeta sa www.amazing-pictures.blogspot.com)</b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-318428533835552531?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-9709696057668960282011-09-30T14:22:00.000+02:002011-09-30T14:22:31.128+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_UbnP9BOUNc/ToWy0DweJkI/AAAAAAAABmo/8qbBStZtZHc/s1600/danaja.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="215" width="234" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_UbnP9BOUNc/ToWy0DweJkI/AAAAAAAABmo/8qbBStZtZHc/s320/danaja.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>Slika: Danae, Autor: Gustav Klimt</b><br /><br />purpur kose<br />ruke kao svila<br />poput tila <br />ovili <br />rumene dojke <br />i čežnjom drhti <br />njihov topli vršak<br />pa nokti zastali <br />u pretnji<br />u slutnji<br />diše li<br />diše <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QazUYkAih8M&feature=related"><b>Danaja</b></a>...<br />meki sedefni pupak<br />u modroj barci<br />poplavili meci<br />zlatne kiše<br />u kretnji<br />poluotvoreni kapci<br />uklještili<br />dva mala <br />sunca<br />nedužna <br />poput ptica<br />odbegla<br />kao noć<br />njena tama <br />i astronomija<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-970969605766896028?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-51278819796026415802011-09-29T15:59:00.001+02:002011-09-30T11:17:06.810+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7quj94O1kcw/ToR3tKj-yBI/AAAAAAAABmg/TXg8HtN8ISQ/s1600/plava%2Bvoda.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7quj94O1kcw/ToR3tKj-yBI/AAAAAAAABmg/TXg8HtN8ISQ/s320/plava%2Bvoda.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Titraju odsjaji grimiznog čuna<br />Slike na ravni <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gx1SuzpgXK8"><b>modrog</b></a> spokoja<br />Šuška sure masline grana<br />Dok srkuće galeb kristale znoja<br />S ledenog čela umorne žene<br />Sa kapaka klizi crna rosa<br />Poslednje srebro zvezdinih kosa<br />Pa glava žene nemo klone<br />U tamu masline<br /><br />Žutilo mesec morem kotrlja<br />Sirenama dojke brižljivo trlja<br />Od tmastog gatanja brbljivih svitaca<br />Strah se širi pod veđama otaca<br />I bledi će anđeo stati u mraku<br />Kad sretne ženu u maslinjaku<br />Na krivudavoj goloj stazi<br />Gledaće za njom kako gazi<br />I odlazi, odlazi...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-5127881979602641580?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-13104365688994303102011-09-29T15:31:00.000+02:002011-09-29T15:31:10.342+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2fhhXKdL3mg/ToRyxClJKiI/AAAAAAAABmY/yaZWEKdFkrc/s1600/neven.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="125" width="94" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2fhhXKdL3mg/ToRyxClJKiI/AAAAAAAABmY/yaZWEKdFkrc/s320/neven.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />da li će svežina plavkastog vrela<br />u steni oživeti tebe ili tvoje <br />seni, brate. bodljom odgovara<br />žbun dok negde ispod u tvoje oči<br />srebro toči mesečev trun. u tvoje telo, <br />iznikle nevene, mati moči prste <br />voštane. noć se gasi u smrtnoj laži<br />i rano jutro svetlošću plazi. da nije<br />neba ni ljubavi ne bi znale <br />za opšti mit o sebi. tebi, Miroslave.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-1310436568899430310?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-49498262893494936022011-09-28T19:13:00.001+02:002011-09-28T19:16:49.815+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lVv8IId1TOk/ToNSCOYnKrI/AAAAAAAABmQ/0IGg3ZapoBU/s1600/maske4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="183" width="275" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lVv8IId1TOk/ToNSCOYnKrI/AAAAAAAABmQ/0IGg3ZapoBU/s320/maske4.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />izbledela znamenja<br />garderobe s boka<br />posrće mrakom<br />bezimena, gasi se<br />pepelom<br />blistavost svemira<br />njenog oka<br /><br />usahla diva<br />drhtaje smiruje,<br />čupka kameliju, raspukla<br />mekota cveta<br />i usne<br />kao sa scene, kazuju:<br /><br />pusti još jednom isto, Aristo...<br /><br />da iz tišine gluvo istumara soul<br />večernja zvona, magla i bol<br />i beli pas da sedne tu<br />da meko, uz mene, položi rep<br />(ah! on je star<br />i tako lep)<br /><br />kaži im, kaži im, Aristo...<br /><br />da i ja sam stara, prokleto<br />meka<br />kiselim k'o trbuh<br />nadošlih reka<br />listam k'o glas<br />mrtvih jezika<br />žuljam k'o mrva<br />poslednjeg ručka<br /><br /><br />zovi ih, Aristo mili...<br /><br />nek' stupe vlasuljari, šminkeri, juveliri<br />purpurni krejon, daj!<br />kraljici svojoj senku ulepšaj<br />da <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8eXCdjdSHE"><b>masku</b></a> vide bivši kavaliri<br />(škripavi odjeci plišanih sala<br /><br />gutačima strasti<br />označen reon)<br />jer, ovo su sada<br />posmrtne scene labuda<br />crna, poslednja šala<br /><br />i niko mi više ne može krasti<br />ožiljke sveže, ožiljke davne<br />bacam vam nazad prljave reči<br />svejedno će, papirne<br />na goli patos brzo leći<br /><br />pusti mi isto, dragi Aristo...<br />igram za poslednje<br /><br />naklone praznih, osmehe lažnih<br />i ništa više (trebalo je biti tiše)<br />još mlaki pljesak, za mene<br />poslednji metak<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-4949826289349493602?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-63088461383491662682011-09-23T14:40:00.001+02:002011-09-23T15:20:43.753+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oLyjURcU8oA/Tnx9dy7XDMI/AAAAAAAABmI/oBi8JnapbIU/s1600/prometej.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="314" width="220" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oLyjURcU8oA/Tnx9dy7XDMI/AAAAAAAABmI/oBi8JnapbIU/s320/prometej.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><i>Slika: "Prometej vatronoša" Autor: Heinrich Friedrich Fuber, 1817.g.</i><br /><br /><br /><b>(iz ciklusa MITOLOŠKA BIĆA)</b><br /><br />nosiš li luč sa sobom<br />u sebi vrišti li <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CruEBhdxJE&feature=related"><b>plamsaj</b></a><br />gluvom sobom na tebi<br />teški obruč bezglavom<br />jecaj u kovrdži živca <br />eho<br />i sve dok oslanjaš uho<br />na gole stene videćeš<br />spuštene zastore dirljivu<br />scenu ljudi od gline<br />ignorišu mizanscenu<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-6308846138349166268?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-82381034910897123012011-09-21T22:27:00.001+02:002011-09-21T22:35:49.770+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xAaiSuTNkrs/TnpEs_R-E0I/AAAAAAAABkc/JHm-0WYbSWs/s1600/polje.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="194" width="260" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xAaiSuTNkrs/TnpEs_R-E0I/AAAAAAAABkc/JHm-0WYbSWs/s320/polje.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />po vučjem tragu se povlače. ratar <br />i mesec u strnjištu pale voštanicu. lome <br />predvorju sećanja brojanicu: vreme<br />ujeda do nogu besnilu. ono šta ostaje<br />liči na drhtavicu, ni nalik ognjilu. klize <br />do grada niz znojna leđa mokrih gora<br />držeći se obala trojnih voda. pod njihove<br />senke nepoznat uđe, kožu i perje lako <br />navuče. kao i svako tuđe, ravnodušan <br />poput noći, čeka. i ratar i <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sI4YRuRJ-Ls&feature=related"><b>mesec</b></a> znaju: <br />ako šta ostane starosti je drhtavica. ni vatre<br />ni ognjila. ni ova tvrda tužbalica, ni svi <br />jauci niti kletve neće vratiti zlatne žetve<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-8238103491089712301?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-30560286990544091212011-09-21T11:51:00.001+02:002011-09-21T12:34:59.857+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-96LE5EzuqcU/TnmziXYzz5I/AAAAAAAABkU/r-jrR6XyZxw/s1600/konji.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="132" width="197" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-96LE5EzuqcU/TnmziXYzz5I/AAAAAAAABkU/r-jrR6XyZxw/s320/konji.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Žena u reci<br />Voda do grla legla<br />Otvoren lokvanj<br />*<br />Konji u sumrak<br />Blista znoj na sapima<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nnuvdAzLy1E&feature=related"><b>Ciganske</b></a> lampe<br />*<br />Leptir na čoji<br />Proboden čiodama<br />Ime dobija<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-3056028699054409121?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-48015033336057714312011-09-20T15:01:00.000+02:002011-09-20T15:01:54.429+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_00t0Mvpp1A/TniNBLKJiMI/AAAAAAAABkM/A9yzA_QWsqg/s1600/mesec%2Bu%2Bvodi.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_00t0Mvpp1A/TniNBLKJiMI/AAAAAAAABkM/A9yzA_QWsqg/s320/mesec%2Bu%2Bvodi.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LVxulwlZcIk&feature=feedrec_grec_index"><b>Mesec</b></a> na vodi<br />Usne riba dotakle<br />Kosmos u igri<br /><br /><br />U očima klas<br />Bakama pred pekarom<br />Prazni cegeri<br /><br /><br />Znoj na mecima<br />Promaja u ormanu<br />Tek isušuje<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-4801503333605771431?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-23920703611362643442011-09-19T21:38:00.000+02:002011-09-19T21:38:42.260+02:00noćas sam <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qeaO0ZidQgc&feature=related"><b>leptir</b></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y2cI5GLTgE/TneZbZxBLEI/AAAAAAAABkE/nakwMUQfAKI/s1600/leptir.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="258" width="195" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y2cI5GLTgE/TneZbZxBLEI/AAAAAAAABkE/nakwMUQfAKI/s320/leptir.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br />i neka me umesto <br />sjaja lampiona<br />sprži reč njegova<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-2392070361136264344?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-57820920793063755012011-09-16T15:38:00.001+02:002011-09-16T15:43:52.683+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MIvz_dKfr9g/TnNQWAlp_DI/AAAAAAAABj8/4qHEOKKIz_8/s1600/je%25C5%25BE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="214" width="236" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MIvz_dKfr9g/TnNQWAlp_DI/AAAAAAAABj8/4qHEOKKIz_8/s320/je%25C5%25BE.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>Suviše vetra<br />U priči njiše šuplje<br />K'o bivša tanad<br /><br /><br /><br />Raj ređa perje<br />Na pidžami sa medom<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lWCx0_jiewE&feature=related"><b>Ježurak</b></a> pliša<br /><br /><br /><br />Radost vegana<br />Mesom tek grob se stvara<br />Crvu svejedno<br /></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-5782092079306375501?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-80086415180055332402011-09-14T01:06:00.002+02:002011-09-14T09:50:24.847+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3dJTTxGhkco/Tm_gLIHWtZI/AAAAAAAABj0/zTBd8CxdOvU/s1600/sunce%2Bi%2Bmore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="139" width="186" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3dJTTxGhkco/Tm_gLIHWtZI/AAAAAAAABj0/zTBd8CxdOvU/s320/sunce%2Bi%2Bmore.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ranije dok je dolazio <br />nisu pričali<br />o tome da li postoji<br /><br />dan posle<br />ustaje kao obično čaj<br />u okrnjenoj šoljici<br />lekovi za pritisak srce krvotok<br />osteoporoza<br />teši se<br /><br /><br />ne boli<br />nestvarno dugo<br /><br />reklo bi se graciozno isto kao kad<br />beskvasne hlebčiće<br />umače u baba ganuš prstima<br />utapa misli<br /><br />i kesice za čaj<br />i dim prve cigarete<br />i pesma sa tevea<br />ide o nekakvoj žudnji<br /><br />za <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUzDi9xxEoI&feature=related"><b>nazad</b></a><br /><br />u more<br />tamo gde padne prvi zrak<br />malog sunca<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-8008641518005533240?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-2620623605444631572011-09-13T12:43:00.004+02:002011-09-13T14:53:25.979+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9TjOh4Kio6c/Tm8x_4riPtI/AAAAAAAABjs/5XJIhIV4xiY/s1600/drni%25C5%25A11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="151" width="211" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9TjOh4Kio6c/Tm8x_4riPtI/AAAAAAAABjs/5XJIhIV4xiY/s320/drni%25C5%25A11.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Drniš* uvek vidim<br />iz daljine, nikad<br /><br />izbliza. brzina okidanja<br />mog oka temeljno <br />menja ekspoziciju:<br /><br />sa kamenih Vrata<br />na dugačku kompoziciju<br />blještavih vagona. nestaju<br /><br />jedine mrve topline u pokretu<br /><br />slika. klizajuće<br />zamiče<br />kroz zeleno Polje, oazu<br /><br />sećanja.<br /><br /><b>* Dernis = persijsko značenje Vrata u polje (?)</b><br />http://www.drnis.hr/o_drnisu/povijest00.asp<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uDqrGtHMC8c/Tm8vIzeTPhI/AAAAAAAABjU/pO_RtqO44_k/s1600/drni%25C5%25A14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="141" width="220" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uDqrGtHMC8c/Tm8vIzeTPhI/AAAAAAAABjU/pO_RtqO44_k/s320/drni%25C5%25A14.jpg" /></a></div><br /><b>(kuće moje porodice Milić-Štrkalj, prve dve s leve strane, u kojima sam provela veliki deo detinjstva)</b><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBHxhkzrVrQ/Tm8x2FWzylI/AAAAAAAABjk/6Pz97FtQoZc/s1600/ulaz%2Bu%2Bportun%2Bza%2Bblog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="225" width="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBHxhkzrVrQ/Tm8x2FWzylI/AAAAAAAABjk/6Pz97FtQoZc/s320/ulaz%2Bu%2Bportun%2Bza%2Bblog.jpg" /></a></div><br /><b>(sadašnji izgled jedne od kuća Milić-Štrkalj, leto 2008.)</b><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-piI86gekmNY/Tm8xuowwCRI/AAAAAAAABjc/W5ddaOIJ37k/s1600/ulaz%2B2%2Bza%2Bblog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="225" width="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-piI86gekmNY/Tm8xuowwCRI/AAAAAAAABjc/W5ddaOIJ37k/s320/ulaz%2B2%2Bza%2Bblog.jpg" /></a></div><br /><b>(bočni ulaz u kuću, leto 2008.)<br /></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-262062360544463157?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-14166017425373093512011-09-12T19:19:00.000+02:002011-09-12T19:19:19.631+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FFdh1efrY24/Tm490FQju6I/AAAAAAAABi0/9EGidMEy1Co/s1600/glecer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="252" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FFdh1efrY24/Tm490FQju6I/AAAAAAAABi0/9EGidMEy1Co/s320/glecer.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>(fotografija preuzeta sa www.pictures-amazing.blogspot.com)<br /></b><br />ponekad<br />kao u snu, u prozirna<br />jutra blesnu dva Dorina<br />oka, kao sunca zimska, sva<br /><br />blještava poput<br />nedodirnutog<br />celca, bez tragova<br /><br />krvi i suza iza preživelih <br />noći punog, zaboravljenog <br />u reci, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZpA0l2WB86E&feature=related"><b>meseca</b></a><br /><br />što mogu videti<br />samo osuđenici<br /><br />na život<br />bez ljubavi, u prasku boje, tek<br />na pola časa pre smrti,<br />svoje<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-1416601742537309351?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-15341913621932604842011-09-12T03:06:00.001+02:002011-09-12T03:19:32.363+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHO89D7aKvs/Tm1a1XZkGvI/AAAAAAAABis/WqsGxMfcUxU/s1600/mesec%2Bu%2Breci.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="263" width="192" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHO89D7aKvs/Tm1a1XZkGvI/AAAAAAAABis/WqsGxMfcUxU/s320/mesec%2Bu%2Breci.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />u mom se oku dva neba ogledaju: jedno<br />s visina drugo u reci, i meseci u dvoje<br />klanjaju: jedan drugom pa onda meni, u seni <br />sklapam sliku po nekom liku a pojma nemam<br />da iznutra <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0BATZk--hk&feature=related"><b><strike>zver</strike></b></a> i ozeblo dete traže izlaz i dobar smer<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-1534191362193260484?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-4847549098629431472011-09-08T15:35:00.001+02:002011-09-08T15:44:24.491+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bwvd1I8n8mQ/TmjESUDMY4I/AAAAAAAABik/uypIdENKXCU/s1600/zuta%2Bruza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="107" width="146" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bwvd1I8n8mQ/TmjESUDMY4I/AAAAAAAABik/uypIdENKXCU/s320/zuta%2Bruza.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />nije li došla<br />Dora<br />zima<br /><br />našim mladim<br />godinama<br /><br />ljubavi<br /><br />na karuselu<br />doba koja se<br />vrte<br /><br />u rasulu<br /><br />staza gde smo se krili<br />i ovo leto<br /><br />uzalud lepotom<br />tako zrelom <br />truli<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-484754909862943147?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-58314994691466855982011-09-08T13:38:00.001+02:002011-09-08T13:39:47.741+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pvoaG0Yr-VU/Tmin7-z3c8I/AAAAAAAABic/RWG73W3MPIU/s1600/kalipso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="189" width="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pvoaG0Yr-VU/Tmin7-z3c8I/AAAAAAAABic/RWG73W3MPIU/s320/kalipso.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>(slika: Odyseusz and Kalipso; Autor: Arnold Bocklin)</b><br /><br /><b>(iz ciklusa MITOLOŠKA BIĆA)</b><br /><br />ne maši <br />na rastanku <br />Kalipsi<br />da ne zavrti <br />ova težina <br />u zraku<br />i miris<br />u njenoj kosi<br />neka ostane <br />uspomena<br />putniku <br />iz tvojih ruku <br />neka sklizne <br />vaša bludna<br />noć <br />svejedno<br />zora će <br />zbog straha <br />doć’<br />budna<br />(samo da bude tiha)<br />prava zgoda<br />kad se plače <br />razbiti u paramparče <br />kamen <br />levo spreda<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-5831499469146685598?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-66952032970642993872011-09-07T11:29:00.002+02:002011-09-07T12:42:02.061+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-os_OR7uCkpM/Tmc4Vzf3RMI/AAAAAAAABiU/RlT_ZkUjZCY/s1600/polje%2Blavande.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="208" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-os_OR7uCkpM/Tmc4Vzf3RMI/AAAAAAAABiU/RlT_ZkUjZCY/s320/polje%2Blavande.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>(fotografija preuzeta sa www.pictures-amazing.blogspot.com)</b><br /><br />u kom se delu trosobne<br />mene zače: u duši, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qaYLWSo4fYM"><b>srcu</b></a> il’<br />telu? odakle krenu, čime<br />te hrane moje pustare<br />mrazne? cvet si, živiš <br />na trošnom telu, u vatru<br />piriš po hladnom čelu.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-6695203297064299387?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-54970717292684999892011-09-06T14:30:00.002+02:002011-09-06T14:39:52.936+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1W2ngY_V7wI/TmYQ7J0RtKI/AAAAAAAABiM/WOZ3kRgYL58/s1600/%25C4%258Das%2Banatomije.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="190" width="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1W2ngY_V7wI/TmYQ7J0RtKI/AAAAAAAABiM/WOZ3kRgYL58/s320/%25C4%258Das%2Banatomije.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>(Slika: Čas anatomije doktora Nikolasa Tulpa, 1632.g. Autor: Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn)</b><br /><br />oko u vrućici <br />zaboravlja<br />da je zeleno<br />pamti<br />tvoje ime <br />crvenim<br />na usnama <br /><br />razvaljene <br />žutim<br />šrapnelima<br />tu su i ruke<br />mrkom da kažu<br />ja se više neću<br />vraćati ljubičastom <br /><br />kosa je odavno<br />razmazana po zidovima<br />belim gipsanim<br />šablonima<br />nedovoljno vešto <br />da sećaju<br />na raznobojno<br /><br />akutna slika <br />upaljenih sinusa<br />čvoruje bol<br />sinusidno<br />sa modrim trombom <br />leve grane <br />ružičaste butne tetive<br /><br />precizan rez<br />uzduž vene<br />ultramarinskom<br />iskapljava<br />zlatnu žuč<br />sivom<br />kamenu<br /><br />hronična<br />upala<br />žlezda<br />i para i nad<br />osušila tragove<br />srebrnih zvezda <br />u kostima<br /><br />narandžaste<br />kriške srca<br />ohladiće se<br />u koktelu <br />vina bordo<br />i žestine sa<br />roze suncobrančićem<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-5497071729268499989?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-55850730973839890222011-09-02T11:44:00.001+02:002011-09-02T12:41:02.492+02:00<br /><b>(iz ciklusa: MITOLOŠKA BIĆA)</b><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hypAAN3d7pQ/TmCkBC2AAaI/AAAAAAAABiE/5RrwdfM3MrQ/s1600/staroslovenski%2Bbogovi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="183" width="275" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hypAAN3d7pQ/TmCkBC2AAaI/AAAAAAAABiE/5RrwdfM3MrQ/s320/staroslovenski%2Bbogovi.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />drveni idoli u vatri nestaju, i Perun i Svarog<br />ogaravljeni plutaju dok mršti se Dunav<br />i peni Volga zbog paleži u slavu novog Boga.<br />paori i mužici trče za njima, kao na slici<br />rekama se rastegli jauk i krici. tad Veles<br />od šume stvori knjigu, u nju unese svoje<br />razloge za brigu: da li bez Jarila, dalje ali i sada,<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d4H7ZvIsL2k&feature=related"><b>proleća</b></a> listaju bezbrižna, bez muka i jada.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-5585073097383989022?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-31338668241799896782011-09-02T11:03:00.000+02:002011-09-02T11:03:30.599+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dAPfqF4DUU8/TmCYehyZc4I/AAAAAAAABh8/d4yhqMAxvqs/s1600/pastir.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="262" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dAPfqF4DUU8/TmCYehyZc4I/AAAAAAAABh8/d4yhqMAxvqs/s320/pastir.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>(slika: Pastir, nepoznati autor - 1845.g.)</b><br /><br />mesečina<br />čvoruje usne<br />u klupko<br />mladih žila<br />a gde si ti sada<br />gde si mila<br />da lavežom<br />označimo basne<br />i dah mrtve ptice<br />na grani<br />ne brani se<br />srce<br />stani<br /><br />ostani<br />ljubav moga<br />daha<br />ako udahnem<br />bez tebe<br />ikad<br />da ne bivam svoje<br />nikad<br />niti usek<br />lomnog struka<br />tvoga<br />ni strašni lav<br />ni modri ždral <br /><br />samo<br />ovaj <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=64lTvCKxU6s&feature=related"><b>madrigal</b></a><br />pastirice sočna<br />moje muke<br />kao jaganjce<br />prestrašene<br />ćutim i slutim<br />put mesečine<br />bedra i nedra sedefaste<br />i meke ruke<br />beloprste<br />zabodene u kupine<br />noćne tmine<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-3133866824179989678?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-48652751221475348452011-08-31T20:08:00.000+02:002011-08-31T20:08:06.264+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2LbektyWoNo/Tl54Is0iUaI/AAAAAAAABh0/Z-vLDyqgY-0/s1600/jagoda5%2Bavatar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="115" width="115" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2LbektyWoNo/Tl54Is0iUaI/AAAAAAAABh0/Z-vLDyqgY-0/s320/jagoda5%2Bavatar.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://pesme-pesme.blogspot.com/2011/08/skrivena-pesma.html"><b>"Skrivenom pesmom</b>"</a> od pre neki dan obeležila sam mali jubilej - 3 godine pisanja (stihovanja :))<br />Neću se hvaliti ciframa - brojem stihova, postova, komentara i utisaka. Ostaće to moj lični doživljaj.<br /><br />Zahvaljujem se svim čitaocima i prijateljima na čitanju, praćenju, pomoći i razumevanju.<br /><br /><br /><br />Do skorog, narednog viđenja i čitanja, voli vas<br /><br />vaša <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M53AGfiWI_8&feature=related"><b>ŠERPICA</b></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-4865275122147534845?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-497050160312858782011-08-31T14:29:00.000+02:002011-08-31T14:29:58.137+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8SCb-oZmUas/Tl4oqYYTo7I/AAAAAAAABhs/Uxx1zL1gJko/s1600/leto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="177" width="284" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8SCb-oZmUas/Tl4oqYYTo7I/AAAAAAAABhs/Uxx1zL1gJko/s320/leto.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />1.<br />duboko iz trave<br />gledam pun strave<br />u drske crvene mrave<br />kako skrnave<br />tragove<br />što su utisla tvoja mala<br />gospodstvena stopala<br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br />2.<br />tvoje tragove<br />rasute po stihovima<br />pažljivo zbiram<br />za nadolazeće zime<br />da me dodirima<br />ovlašnim<br />probude u tvoje ime<br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br />3.<br />kad utihnu stavovi<br />i zastor se spusti<br />moje će srce<br />poput <i>kadenze</i><br />i dalje da se guši<br />k’o tvoji tragovi<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Hxz6qJi-9k&feature=related"><b>u letnjoj suši</b></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-49705016031285878?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-8406477342425306232011-08-30T12:49:00.000+02:002011-08-30T12:49:28.165+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nxVg-GzWWHI/Tly_t3X13TI/AAAAAAAABhk/o4apCFg7zWQ/s1600/mak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="93" width="130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nxVg-GzWWHI/Tly_t3X13TI/AAAAAAAABhk/o4apCFg7zWQ/s320/mak.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />struna straha rastegnuta <br />na vretenu od krvi, prsla<br />kao stid prvi. procvali krvavi<br />cvetovi na oblacima, crvenim <br />vriskom ptica što krilima<br />sakriše greh vekovni. padam <br />na žitne snopove, dok žena<br />u polju čerupa mlade orlove. dobacuje<br />mi kosti i kljunove. gorčinom vežem <br />oko vrata zavetno znamenje.<br />puzim kroz belo paperje. moje zemlje<br />i korenje prihvataju kapi s neba <br />kao rođene. u strahu, i dalje<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-840647734242530623?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-27727214423705932242011-08-29T23:56:00.000+02:002011-08-29T23:56:52.694+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MFNtOU7MMp8/TlwKEftyXXI/AAAAAAAABhc/Dx2-QMcsh_g/s1600/ga%25C4%258Dac.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="182" width="277" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MFNtOU7MMp8/TlwKEftyXXI/AAAAAAAABhc/Dx2-QMcsh_g/s320/ga%25C4%258Dac.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />počelo je lavežom U vrelini noći<br />sama (ja) pred belim ekranom Crna<br />tačka se okrilila bleskom Vrišteći<br />bojom i zvukom Iza zavese (kulise<br />za znatiželjne) slutim obrise Mogla bih<br />da opet razgovaram sa pticama i pišem<br />spas begunicama Pasja vrelina <br />s početka crveni beleg utiska u dno<br />moga temena Iz modre boje recidiva<br />smotri na mene tišina <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x_GAL5BNGao"><b>Fragilna</b></a><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-2772721442370593224?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-79251353124016021062011-08-26T13:04:00.001+02:002011-08-26T15:37:02.492+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MM4ncHPkGK0/Tld9aDAaCEI/AAAAAAAABhM/sKU00UkpUE4/s1600/ljubavni%2Bpar2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="48" width="74" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MM4ncHPkGK0/Tld9aDAaCEI/AAAAAAAABhM/sKU00UkpUE4/s320/ljubavni%2Bpar2.bmp" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br />i ti i ja<br />kršteni smo kapljom znoja<br />uz dah strasti, u algebri <br />a bez broja, krvi šapat, grohot smeha<br />(bez kajanja nema greha)<br />i bez zvuka i bez zvona<br />vešto skritih<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WeGUmoTX0PY&feature=related"><b>ljubavnika</b></a> nezasitih<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-7925135312401602106?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-32554964840715496522011-08-24T09:40:00.000+02:002011-08-24T09:40:29.745+02:00<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FFQKQ7Uj_98/TlSpqDuKQ2I/AAAAAAAABg8/QQbQUZyJKmo/s1600/gola%2Bmaja.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="204" width="247" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FFQKQ7Uj_98/TlSpqDuKQ2I/AAAAAAAABg8/QQbQUZyJKmo/s320/gola%2Bmaja.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>(Slika: Gola maja, Autor: Francisko Goja)<br /></b><br /><br />(o dve maje)<br />da li je, dok je<br />slikao maju obnaženu, laku<br />koprenu (kao penu) na kapku svom<br />navukao. ili se platno slikaru omaglilo,<br />bestidnoj putenost zaklonilo (pitam se)<br />kojim je putem maestro išao: maju<br />obučenu ogolio ili je golu<br />rupčićem ogrnuo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-3255496484071549652?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-85573521486941930922011-08-23T18:38:00.000+02:002011-08-23T18:38:49.146+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r9B5j57CUhc/TlPW4A6_YLI/AAAAAAAABg0/0-kBTmGTW9o/s1600/vagon%2Bli.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="188" width="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r9B5j57CUhc/TlPW4A6_YLI/AAAAAAAABg0/0-kBTmGTW9o/s320/vagon%2Bli.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />promiču svetla<br /> <br />u tami<br />ležimo<br />svako<br />na svojoj strani<br />vagona li<br /> <br />teskobno<br />pred zastorom noći<br />otvorimo se<br /> <br />mi: scena u trajanju<br />igrokaz rastanka<br />ljubavlju zaljuljani<br />(nikad<br /> <br />ne beše tla)<br />dok se gledamo<br /> <br />u magnovanju:<br />smrt ima<br />jasnu senku<br /> <br />(nekad)<br />i jasmin<br />u ruci procveta<br /> <br />sad,<br />da li to<br />tabane naše<br />ravnodušnost greje<br />il’<br />meseca zrak<br /><br />zalutali, kroz nas<br />skretnice rastu<br />i deblo proleće<br />(tiho<br /> <br />prugom)<br />pali se crveno, gle!<br /> <br />stabla i kuće<br />u kojima živimo<br />(po)stoje, jedino<br />mi promičemo, pogledima<br />blago se dodirujemo, jer<br />milovanja čuvaju<br />toplinu mesta što ga<br /><br />(nežni)<br /><br />pokrivamo, ispod toga<br />ćutimo<br /> <br />a to su trajanja<br />čežnje<br />na oknima<br />vagona li<br /> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-8557352148694193092?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-68907179199507329972011-08-23T13:52:00.005+02:002011-08-23T15:10:09.986+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_Fi5CkaiHw/TlOmFzZxbsI/AAAAAAAABgs/Xz2Ye_M0EoQ/s1600/el%2Bsid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="210" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_Fi5CkaiHw/TlOmFzZxbsI/AAAAAAAABgs/Xz2Ye_M0EoQ/s320/el%2Bsid.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>ili mala pesma o kastiljanskom Gospodaru</b><br />(Rodrigo Dijaz de Vivar, El Sid 1043 -1099.g.)<br /><br /><br /><br />na horizontu samo spokojstvo<br />daljina. zamukle trave njiše <br />ledina i mlada Luna kao <br />da ne diše. jutro, naš strah <br />da ne činimo više. svetlost<br />hvatam poput dizgina. na konja,<br />mrtvog, diže me Himena. moja <br />sudbina, doživljena kao hipoteza, bez<br />namera, osnove i bilo kog <br />dokaza, uz rez razuma i duha<br />oštricu kao mačeve Tizonu i <br />Koladu, dizaće na koncu crvenu<br />zdravicu. za slavu i pobedu.<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-6890717919950732997?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-45315932639517745752011-08-21T00:01:00.001+02:002011-08-21T00:04:33.066+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7xi4dPLVVt8/TlAtScz64EI/AAAAAAAABgk/cJ0uljELTg4/s1600/nemiri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="80" width="136" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7xi4dPLVVt8/TlAtScz64EI/AAAAAAAABgk/cJ0uljELTg4/s320/nemiri.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />…marširaju,<br />u crkvi <br />gotovo pomodreli sveci<br />od zime <br />trljaju, jedno o drugo<br />nežna<br />stopala između<br />hladnih<br />stubova. poslednji zrak,<br />postaje znak<br />mutan<br />izlomljen<br /><br />(izgleda,<br /><br />čini njime<br />raj<br />uvek dostupnim) <br /><br />probija se <br />ka njihovim <br />rukama, krutim od svetosti<br />u misiji<br />da <br />nestašne anđele privedu<br />ostalim<br />očnim jabučicama, <br />u visine <br />što gledaju<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-4531593263951774575?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-15432454369883788512011-08-15T15:01:00.003+02:002011-08-16T14:20:42.538+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vsdc0c6_Gjk/TkkYcTyEWCI/AAAAAAAABgc/PC0ot6fUpn8/s1600/cvetak2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="134" width="118" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vsdc0c6_Gjk/TkkYcTyEWCI/AAAAAAAABgc/PC0ot6fUpn8/s320/cvetak2.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />kad<br />očeva<br />teška<br />ruka<br />padne<br />na rame<br />moje<br />kao da<br />svane<br />zbog reči<br />toplih<br />bez žestine<br />dobro si<br />ovo<br />učinio,<br />sine<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-1543245436988378851?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-7658181354032729512011-08-14T12:11:00.000+02:002011-08-14T12:11:28.367+02:00<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0T2_P-lX--w/Tkeea4mPMSI/AAAAAAAABgU/ETq34FWCB9U/s1600/ronilac.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="259" width="194" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0T2_P-lX--w/Tkeea4mPMSI/AAAAAAAABgU/ETq34FWCB9U/s320/ronilac.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>(sećanja na leta u Filip Jakovu)</b><br /><br /><br />pod maslinom mek je i prhak prah<br />usoljenog kamena, kao prašina davnih <br />stoleća polegla po požutelim astralnim <br />kartama vodenih civilizacija, davno <br />potonulih u ratnim burama. vetar upliće tvoje <br />molitve u čokote, za dobar rod sorte belog,<br />stonog. u skrivenoj uvali Filip Jakova, davnog<br />jula, na uho stavljaš sedefnu školjku. ponor<br />šumova širi ti oči dubokim besom morskih <br />jadikovki. zlokoban je taj zvuk, rđavog <br />proviđenja znak. opet si tu, u vrelo prozirno<br />leto. razlomljena kap znoja kroz fragment vremena<br />kaleidoskopom blista. ližeš trag soli sa nausnice<br />što peče kao suza nevinog. krik galeba razara <br />ovaj stih i stvara prah sa početka: kamena, <br />masline i pesme. to je smrvljenost očiju, pera<br />i kandži, strah od uzvika i skoka na glavu, žrtva<br />od riba i belih grozdova, mirisa memljivih <br />rodoslovskih grobova, dodiri ostavljenog <br />starca u slepilu, korov sa praga ogaravljenog<br />besom. sabiraš prah što kulja van, kidaš<br />utrobu crvene zemlje, oplođen strah i skupljaš <br />penu balavog vala. grliš tu zemlju koja je ti, <br />u kojoj je san uklesao svoju moćnu stopu<br />u zavetni prag. ti sada znaš, golog nožnog <br />palca je tvoj korak imanja zemlje, one koju su<br />kuvali sunce, ispirale kiše, tukle oluje.<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-765818135403272951?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-9949786702090452972011-08-13T12:03:00.001+02:002011-08-13T17:29:58.768+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZD6JTRD-KY8/TkZKj0Due6I/AAAAAAAABgM/CDlmVeOqJJE/s1600/apollo%2Band%2Bdaphne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="221" width="228" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZD6JTRD-KY8/TkZKj0Due6I/AAAAAAAABgM/CDlmVeOqJJE/s320/apollo%2Band%2Bdaphne.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><i>apollo and daphne</i><br /><br /><br /><b>(iz ciklusa MITOLOŠKA BIĆA)</b><br /><br />uz Ladon mlečna Dafne zrije, bojom<br />maslina devičanstvo krije, od svetlosti<br />jave lomljivost čuva. Erosu pruža granu<br />za plamen, da mladi bog u vatru duva, kad<br />raspiri žudnju napupele strasti, tek<br />tad će i rana od strele zarasti.<br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-994978670209045297?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-69694154769572194842011-08-12T16:02:00.000+02:002011-08-12T16:02:35.744+02:00 <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-COftv_XPeO8/TkUxvS53t2I/AAAAAAAABgE/Hxz7CaSdkhc/s1600/galateja.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="180" width="112" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-COftv_XPeO8/TkUxvS53t2I/AAAAAAAABgE/Hxz7CaSdkhc/s320/galateja.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>(iz ciklusa MITOLOŠKA BIĆA)</b><br /><br /> <br /><br />pokidana<br />plava traka<br />u Akida ljubavnika<br />smrači lice<br />Galateje<br /><br /> <br />sada Akid<br />kaznu trpi<br />noktom škaklje<br />palcem dirka<br />riblji taban ljubavnice<br /><br /> <br />smehom puni<br />trbuh zvezde<br />iz sazvežđa<br />mlečnih Riba<br /><br /> <br />osim njega<br />i ja trpim<br />noćima ću<br />prebirati<br />belu ikru padalica<br />pokidanih brojanica<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-6969415476957219484?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-18338493559604321742011-08-08T12:21:00.000+02:002011-08-08T12:21:26.702+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s5WDYerCn5k/Tj-4P8OWE6I/AAAAAAAABf8/p7Vc37Mms6M/s1600/babu%25C5%25A1ke.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="108" width="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s5WDYerCn5k/Tj-4P8OWE6I/AAAAAAAABf8/p7Vc37Mms6M/s320/babu%25C5%25A1ke.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>(ciklus TRAG U STEPI)</b><br /><br />moj čovek mora da se šali<br />kad kaže: tvoj kofer je trošan<br />mali, u njega mnogi siročići ne bi<br />stali: ni pesnici, ptići, ni ljubavnici.<br />tvoje grudi su usahle, posna stepa<br />za kćer gladnu, ni ljuljaška ni pesma<br />da tepa, za maljčike okruga Tatarstana <br />što ne vide raskoš tvog belog moskovskog<br />stana, odakle se čuje zvuk klavira i dalje<br />neko tek prebira: Čajkovskog, Mocarta,<br />Šumana. usta na usta i reč prosta. loše<br />čujem, baš ništa da ispada iz dobrog<br />takta. da, Rajnere, raj je još uvek<br />sav od brda<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-1833849355960432174?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-60878122645437895252011-08-06T00:22:00.001+02:002011-08-08T12:52:17.505+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7m8t471PPrE/TjxshYHJtmI/AAAAAAAABf0/DNVt0U0aO7I/s1600/mozak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="205" width="136" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7m8t471PPrE/TjxshYHJtmI/AAAAAAAABf0/DNVt0U0aO7I/s320/mozak.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />slutim i čudim<br />nabreklo od žudi<br />srčano vitlo.<br /><br />gle!<br /><br />samo se okreće<br />pretura, hladi<br />pali i gasi (k’o svetlo).<br />merka pa dirka moždane kopče,<br />raznosi prh<br />maslačkovih kruna, na vrh<br />mastiljavih<br />nebeskih<br />baršuna.<br />zatim još pipa život sa nepca<br />čupa mu<br />hologram.<br />(prvovenčanog <br />greha kod)<br /><br />a onda,<br /><br />čudim i čujem<br />mrmore mozga, vrhovnog žreca:<br />promeni mod,<br />promeni mod...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-6087812264543789525?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-38226995505113166472011-08-04T15:27:00.001+02:002011-08-04T15:30:55.552+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PXyW_1EboKU/TjqdZModyKI/AAAAAAAABfs/S_Rq6nOben4/s1600/zena-na-klup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="200" width="194" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PXyW_1EboKU/TjqdZModyKI/AAAAAAAABfs/S_Rq6nOben4/s320/zena-na-klup.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />jela sam kod nje poslednje<br />parče pite, popila malo<br />vina roze, bez dileme<br />nije li bolje nikšićko crno<br />pivo uz cigarete i da li će moći<br />stati kad legne, može li<br />prići sama žmureći, sasvim<br />do mene. prijateljice<br />mila, nisu dovoljni<br />kašmir i svila da se<br />obuku za zemlju. daleku.<br />čuj! zvona u pretnji<br />konji su spremni i crna<br />kola, dok mesec šupljoglavi<br />baca čini uzduž<br />i popreko našeg bola<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-3822699550511316647?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-85755023213321310902011-08-02T09:33:00.000+02:002011-08-02T09:33:10.685+02:00&nbsp; <br />lepše miriše nego ona<br />ispred Ni trn nije isti Kad bode<br />ne boli I kao da moli Oprosti mi<br />Oprosti...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-8575502321332131090?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-52586260662066231342011-07-27T01:06:00.000+02:002011-07-27T01:06:37.774+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80RcCmPHDWI/StwyfA9-dfI/AAAAAAAAAek/nIoBVyy735I/s400/ruza+na+klaviru.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_80RcCmPHDWI/StwyfA9-dfI/AAAAAAAAAek/nIoBVyy735I/s320/ruza+na+klaviru.jpg" width="232" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal">kad osmehom nemog <span lang="SR">posmatrača merim vreme<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">pre snova i posle kao lunarni ciklus <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">greha kad molim za zrno čemerno na njenoj <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">usni toploj od smeha nešto između zvuka <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">i muka večernjeg sata kad ljupka gđica Elvira <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">lakim naklonom pozdravi mene svog učitelja <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">klavira tromog od ustajalog mirisa provincijske<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">muzičke sobe koja ne poznaje tuge samo lake<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">note i meke dirke kad ružičaste ruke u smiraju <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">drže crnobelu sliku sutona u blagom stisku <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR">baš tad nije mi ništa &nbsp;<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR"><br /></span></div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/v5JMZkk62_E" width="425"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-5258626066206623134?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573284831773618439.post-54489309835772898942011-07-14T13:30:00.000+02:002011-07-14T13:30:59.352+02:00<a href="http://www.arte.rs/files/klijenti/0/24/artwork_5504_thumb.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.arte.rs/files/klijenti/0/24/artwork_5504_thumb.gif" /></a><br /><br /><i><b>(slika: Ljubavnici u predelu, autor: Jovan Bijelić)</b></i><br /><br /><br />ljubavniku<br /><br />budi glava<br />suncokreta što klonu<br />na njegovom tronu<br />skupljaj i liži<br />kapi<br />krštenog vina<br />mladih godina<br />budi žena, kao čovek<br />ne izlaži<br />rane<br />na svetlosti danje<br />budi svitanje<br />zaglušujuće<br />modrih ptica, u galopima<br />i oči nek’ su ti<br />lihtije<br />od svlačenja jutra<br />pod lipama<br />cvet budi<br />neprestano<br />da može te ubrati<br />i onostrano<br />budi trešnja<br />bašte<br />njegove tek zarudele mašte<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573284831773618439-5448930983577289894?l=pesme-pesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>emo_serpicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605497254707556261noreply@blogger.com4