Eart and water and fire and wind song

drawing by François Maleval

I can pray
I can hope
I can live
I can bee,
but can t anything without you!

I am an artist
I am an genius
I have a god-complex
I am the best
I am anything,
but without you I am nothing!

I can fall
I can rise
I can have it
I can loose it
I can die, too
but I can t loose you!

I can do so much
I do nothing
I can think
I can stop
The best I ever do,
I can t stop lovin` you

And what else do a man need?
True love is what him feed!
He just have to understand it...
And I did... it is true,
because I know I love you!!!

To foster a child

Desperately in need
Helpless out there
Someone has to come
to take care of it
and to feed...

Cleaning after,
sometimes it scream
without a reason
there will be laughter...
after all.

Poor little nanny,
caretaker,
selfless,
there is just few like you,
out there are not many,
maybe you are the only one.

To foster a child,
in a desperate land
called home,
no to everyone...
it is like holding sand,
in the huge wild.

Ride with me,
endless need,
happy, sad, so mad,
crazy, but humdrum,
to be somewhere else,
or just to be.

Morning blues

It was once a drunken morning,
a new planet has been born,
with black coffee, with black sky,
with no love,
so why denie...

When the clock turns around,
the hills were formed,
there was no ground,
the birds were black,
and no way back.

What a stupid morning,
on this planet so old,
a big man s drinking,
he has no hair,
his had was not shaved,
just a little bit bold.

And in the evening,
even during the night,
the sun goes up,
and black becomes light,
a star is shining,
shining so bright.

It is just a song,
soemthing like morning blues.

Tonight

Not on the left,
No right size...
Alone,
The bad is bigger,

I pull the trigger,
And what else...

No-one on the right,
sleep well,
sleep tight,
okay, all right.

Still not what it is!
Or what it should be!

stubby wings

What I gained I lost,
what I had I never loose,
What I have lost I never had have!

I can fly, over the stars,
It is just a shortcut to find yourself.
But cut my wings and I will be struggling.
Maybe I will even die.

The perennial night will close the final door,
The furphies will become alive,
a dove will fly,
but what I have imagine, it still will die!

Once I have canopied my thoughts,
once you have sepulchred what I am,
once i am inhumed... just cut off my poor, stubby wings.

What else to tell!

To die

YES
You do die only once!

People that almost died
they did actually not!
They just tried!

When you die - it is over,
No new tries - what you did
you did
now it` s over.

What is next,
non living person know
we invent or guess,
a lot of questions,
a lot of stress...

but why?
we only have to learn to use the time we have... NOW!
so use it - we do not know how!!!

still
we can try...

strana broj dva

Sviječe sam ugasio, noć je već poodavno stigla, spustila se pred prozore, te takođerzvane penđere, a ja evo sjedim i zoru čutim. Utonuo u san, najljepši na svijetu, jer tebe, svoju dragu ću sniti...

Mada kada se probudim, kada oči otvorim, ja ipak tužan ću biti. Oduvijek ostaje ona stara boljka, ali istinita - bolje je voljeti i ne biti voljen, nego nikada ne voljeti. A osim toga ima i ova nova - odkako je sanjam sve češće, sve više spavam...

Ali tako je naizgled pronaći neću moći.

I odjednom - Jesen je!

na tvojim usnama moje ime biva

Uvijek je teško sve iz ponova, gdje započeti? I ovo mi je škola, ta čudesna pjesma od Gibbonija je tek izašla na radiju kada sam ja razmišljao ovako. Da će sve za manje od pet godina da se promijeni, to tada, te davne 2000 i neke nisam znao.

Toliko toga je rečeno, a onda opet se rodi ta neka nova iskra i onda shvatimo da je toliko toga ostalo ne izrečeno i nekazano. Ipak za tu iskru nije ni čudo, niti sam bio iznenađen, pa jesen je na pragu, čeka, jer poslije ove sedmice će i ljedo da oficijelno pozdravi sve nas (ljubitelje) i onda ga neće biti do naredne godine.

Iskra, pet slova, ona, tri slova, ali pak te dvije riječi skupa i u stomaku mi se sve okreče. Misli odlutaju njoj, ja dozovem njenu sliku u mislima, naravno neku daleko ljepšu verziju i uzvišeniju nego što bi ona ili bilokoja druga to mogle da ikada budu. Ipak u mislima, ja bih mogao to raditi vječno, a ime joj nikada ni ne spomenuti.

Kada pogledam u te ipak nekako nevine oči, ja onda ne vidim ženu, ne lice, nos, glavu, struk, ruke ili šta li već, ja vidim tu ljepotu koja kao da zrači, ipak prolazna. I nepravda je znam što moja nije, samo moja i ničija više.

O jeseni "toliko močna",
o dušo razorena,
o druže Jesenjinu,
davno preminuli,
da li sada sa neba na mene gledaš, češkaš se po kosi i smješiš se,
da li suosječaš?

Na pragu moga srca je toliko imena urezano, pitam se da li će i jedno do samoga srca stići... Ali tada još nije bilo vrijeme da saznam sve ovo što sada znam.

Nisam znao kako, ali poljubit te htjedoh...

*prica iz te davne 2007 godine

Rubovi ili kuti tvojih usana (kako kome volja) su me skoro kao zabranjeno pozivali. Ti si bila toliko mršavija od mene, a ja sam bio tako daleko. Ali šta da radimo?
Da sam ja bio taj neko iz drugog vremena i da nisam bio kao zabranjeno voće, mogli smo se možda skupa i oznojiti.

Sudbina je ipak jedna tako značajna, mada neznačajna tačkica u tome nekom već odnekud ispisanom tekstu što ga životom nazvahsmo. On ipak eto traje, koliko traje, a mi tu baš ništa ne -možemo. Ipak u rijetkim trenutcima sreće, ta tačkica ukoliko nam je naklonjena pozitivno, mi je itekako cijenimo i volimo i šta više uvažavamo.

Kada se meni naklonila ta tačkica nisam je baš htio prihvatiti neznajući da je onaj pokraj tebe ipak bio samo tvoj brat, a ja nisam bio tek jedan više u tom nizu prolaznosti.

Na kraju te ipak odlučih poljubiti i sve zbunjenosti i zablude i pogrešno tumačenje zabranjenog voća su nestale, kao i mnogo proteina, ugljikohidrata i kalorija tih narednih nekoliko života.

Zimska paranoja

Prijatelju stari, evo pricam ti pricu,
inspiracija je dosla tik ono pred kraj zime,
mozda sam ja ostario,
a mozda i zbog promijene klime...

Inace inspiracija za pisanje tik pred jesen dodje,
a proljetnim dolaskom, ista nekako prodje,
mada pisao sam ja i ljeti, ali hajd se toga sjeti?
Sta li mi tek za novu jesen prijeti?

Ni stihovi vise nisu, sto ni prijatelji nisu,
Nista vise nije, kazu i misle da drugi lazu,
pa i ne moze biti kao sto je bilo,
dok smo bili mladi vise se i plesalo i pilo...

Ali to nisu bila neka druga vremena,
ljepsa, manje siva, vise sarena,
ne tece vrijeme, mi starimo, prijatelju stari...
za vremenom marimo, vrijeme za nas ne mari...

Zato sta nama preostalo jeste,
kupiti zirafu, slona i noja
zivjeti svoj zivot, pisati kojesta,
raditi nesto i cekati da prodje ova zimska paranoja!

Hajd zivjeli

just a dream!

Ljudi su na tom koncertu u sred svojih zivota klimali glavama jedne melodije i jednoga glasa, a ja sam ih promatrao, pjevajuci, glasom pustenim, izmedju pauza taj caj od jecma sam trosio kao minute tih ljudi sto me slusaju, ali sta oni vec znaju???

Zivot je veci,
od nas, nas sviju, taj vjecni zivot...
Sta nadjes tvoje je kazu,
ako nadjes pravu ljubav tvoja je, ali...

osmjeh krasi arenu,
niko me ne shvata,
taj osmjeh vjecni...
ma dokle vise?

Sve sto nadjes tvoje je,
tako svugdje kazu,
ali da li citas sitnim slovima ispisanu sudbinu?
zivot je veci od tebe!

Sve sto je tvoje,
samo na cas tvoje je!
sudbina nam na kraju sve krade, a...
mi...svjesni smo tog kraja ove price :)

Opet osmjeh,
ma sta drugo,
taj vjecni osmjeh, sto traje
samo onoliko koliko trajem i ja,

i tu smo
narode moj, fanovi,
carevi i robovi,
svi si, sto svasta jeste, svoji niste...

sve sto nadjes tvoje je,
pa makar i ljubav,
nadat nam se ostaje,
da osjecanja i sjecanja prenosimo gdje god vec, nakon smrti, jer novac, auta i kucu ostavljamo iza sebe....

To je samo moj san,
kao grupe R.E.M.
to sam ja u cosku,
probaj plakati,
ali ako ljubav prenjeti zelis,
nisam bas u to siguran, ali vjerovanje ne gubi,
jer tvoj auto ce ipak ostati iza tebe....

I sve sto nadjes gdje god, tvoje je,
osim ako ne odlucis da ga vratis,
ili ako to nije ipak samo san!!!

2 many

freedom man....
2 many choices
2 many possibilities
2 times to live....
2 times of everything!!!!

cheers!!!

tree little words

I don't have to say it out loud
because I will write it down!
And there it will stay forever!
So I don't have to say it out loud,
but to read it to you,
and to mean it...
So I say it out loud!

Gambling dreams

Like a movie,
someone has press hold,
gambling dreams and we keep goin'
trough life, something doin'
and nothing else matters.

One day you live,
the other you die,
where it was you,
it's now a lie,
and everything matters.

What is important,
is not what it will be,
what is forgotten,
was never important,
and importance never matters.

You live trough your life,
you die only once,
you love, you laugh, you dream,
you sleep, and nothing else matters.

And even if it does matter or if not,
for those who stay behind,
those that will follow,
one day or the other,
you will be remembered.

* almost a week ago, I lost someone I loved very much...

most

taram, taram; tam, tam, tam was the melody
on the top of your lips,
i dream, i felt asleep...

in front of your eyes,
a picture is burning down,
a photo of your only one.

in your dreams
when you sleep,
i will be,
hopefully more than once.

one day, maybe today,
nobody should wish you, want you,
make you awake...

one day, almost everyday,
I will be near,
just by you, to watch you,
to keep you,
to love you.

what else would man want!

Can't Get Enough of You

I have no job and I have no money, too
I post it on blogspot.com,
that is what I do.

I drink no beer, nor wine, too
I write you some words,
that is what I do.

I don't know why, really do not know why,
but I can't get enough of you...
I can't explain how much I love you,
but this is what I do.

and if I get a blues singer to sing it instead of me that would be the right thing!

I get the same old feelin' every time you're here
I feel the change
Somethin' moves
I scream your name

More songtexts at www.oleo.tv

I get the same old feelin' every time you're here
I feel the change
Somethin' moves
I scream your name

More songtexts at www.oleo.tv

Words

I just want to fly, fly, fly,
to fly so high, high, high,
I want to try, not asking why,
not asking when or with who?
I know the answer - it will always be YOU!

I do not want to soloing,
somewhere high in the sky,
I do not want to take a plane,
with so many unknown strangers,
I want to fly, to let go one more time!

My head flies sometimes,
but it is like fly by wire,
Still there is this over huge desire
to fly so hight, high, high,
so high over the sky and to the end of thoughts!

Than everything is clear,
what least of all are words,
like dust in summer,
everyone is throwing cautions to the winds,
just speaking not acting!

But not this time,
I want to take a stab in the dark,
and to fly again,
To fly, fly, fly,
So high, high, high,
Over the sky, furthermore the words
and to the end of our thoughts!

Time to make some art!

they say...like wine of foreign growth

I was not there, he told me the story,
I will not tell the truth, what will you do?
He was not there neither, but he told it to me!
Was it the truth? May it be true?

Just dreams, one holy and utterly stupid world,
they say the end is near, he asked me is there something else?
Such thoughts are extrinsic to him...
Nothing human is alien to me!
Is it true, could it be?

One mass acceleration moment of the core of my thought,
just a second, not even that!
sunset, summer nights, at nightfall just nyctophobia.
Again dreams instead of life, again atrocious fear,
should I change?
or die slowly like this?
or disappear...

Strange this man was? Alien he is,
like wine of foreign growth,
a visitor from abroad,
a candle he handle, the truth he seeks,
the world he razed!

Foreign this person is!
Not apprehensive, not anxious, not fearful,
a gloaming moment it was,
when I conceives, that man is me,
just an other movie whose end I had to see!

Schmusie!

Ting, tink, tong, tik, tak, tak...
Rhythm,
Me...just you and me
one more time,
once more and some faith!!!

Some pics I can t imagine right now without thinking of YOU!
I do!
YEAH,
one more time,
beer ME!
I think only of you,
my only one, my SchmuSIE!!!!

Monday, once more in a month!
Liberation from everything is just one kiss from you!
Stay in my bones-
YES you will!
Kiss, lips, stick, bones, hunt, I DO!!!

I DO
I...YEAH!!!! Do
Love you,
lovin, lovin, lovin BLUES!!!


This is my Schmusie song, oh Maria!
Buena Vista, Del Tiago, Revolta, Si Signor!
Whatever I love you SO!

Once more, one more time,
Ting, tink, tong, tik, tak, tak...
Rhythm,
Me...just you and me and YOU
one more time,
once more and some faith!!!

Faith - it is our life together...
;)
žd

Schnaeckchen

Sitting in the round,

at the round table,
faces, smiles, laughs!

Everyone s doing fine,
it`s just the rain,
fallin` down on the roads
an our heads...

Is everybody in?
Very fine,
it`s looking good.

It rains the whisper of luck,
just the two of us
and unfinished destiny ->

Dancing in the rain,
Swimming in the night,
Being drunk and ourselves,
It is the moon missing
and we both kissing...

Crawling human race

Is it fame, is it glory, is it the unstoppable wish to reach the stars,

is it the desire for knowledge, the unraveling of mysteries,

the exacting of understanding...

This trial is still pending.

We walked on the moon, we conquer every feeling,

just to come to this stage,

it is not a matter of time, it is a matter of anger,

the stupidity of man, and a fatal human rage.

Collapsing ever inward, we do it over 50 years from now on,

We made our fate, is it already to late?

To change the way we think, to change the way we live,

to change the people who already are made,

to have a different running mate...

When will intelligence replace ambition,

when will strong replace violence,

when will ardency replace relationship and connection,

when will humanity replace power?

If ever, the crawling human race will maybe than start walking straight again!

Bosnia is just a babe in the woods

Today I found again something out,
The country that choose me to be from,
is just a babe in the woods,
without constancy, always changing,
but since ever betting on the wrong number,

zaniness and ignorance, stupidity and gloomy faith that one day it will change!

I choose not to be any more from this country!
Even more because I am actually not, but since my country of origin not exist any more, what to do?

Finally it begins

Finally it begins... here is the new add from my new-old poetry blog ;) (but only in bosnian language)...

http://wizards16.blogspot.com/

I hope you enjoy it (KO VEC RAZUMIJE)....

Information

Hallo to everyone,

I am working right now on a new blog (I am actually rewriting my old poetry book, from the time when I was 16)... So I will make this before I will continued to write new poems in this blog...

Cheers!
dz

Drunk 'n' over again

"one brutal, silly one"

We are just one step near the end of the world..
the border,
waiting,
the star has f*ck me all over again,

I need my silence, just once more, a beer, before the breakfast,

keep this little bit of hope,
not today,
don't touch me today..
not after a night like this-
the one that follows..

I don't have any emperors clothes today for you..
NOT ANY MORE my darling...
We are just one step near the end of the world..
We are just one step to change what we are..

Just one step to convince us
that we actually are worth of anything...of everything!

We are the artist of tomorrow!!
F*cking drunk 'n' over again,
we have to be us,
proud of ourself...

Just few more English word!!!! in this not English world!
In this world, that belongs to us!
Where we ARE!
***

_______________________________________________________________________
* for all my "friends" from the past, that think about me I guess less than I do about them...
CHEERS 'n' I love you, too of course!
_______________________________________________________________________

We have not come here to cry!
Just to say it one more time,

... "Don't give me again this "SECERUSA-RAKIJA" drink again..." because tomorrow I will not be able to be able of anything!

"I am not a love animal, just a poor lover boy on the stage of life!"
Don't touch me today!
Tomorrow it will be different!

Sunday morning a cube of love 'n' hate

blowing with the wind,
the colorfull carpet...
whiteness below us,
and we inside,

the witnesses of meaning.

People around just lieing,
staring,
there is a war out there
people are dieing everywhere

but who actually cares?

the sun is rising...
we got our MOYO rising...
Just keep rising...

And blowing with that one,
even if we donot want to,
even if we got Jack.
...

People R a bunch of a cow

...
eating, sniffing, drinking,
hoping,
dreaming,

but mostly...
still eating
...

it might be

*
So big the world is,
so nothing is all I could compeer with how deep I miss you!
And than this!
would be nothing indeed how much I do love you!

M'n'C

In the train of today,
the morning's almost gone,
you are more than love,
you are my only one.

How does it come that i miss you so,

there is so much we all go through,

it is hard 'n' impossible to ignore,
but harder to live without you!..

In the end it stays almost all over me...

People give each other so much, but I haven' lost anything, I have give you all, but received so much more...

All the love in this world and the love of you my M'n'C...my Marie Castel!

Meine Sucht nach Liebe und Trost

***
Hast du mir gegeben,
was ich verdient hab?
Hab ich verdient was du mir gibst?

Ich brauche dich bei mir...
Ich brauche dich um zu überleben,
Ich brauche dich vielleicht so wie du mich auch!

Keiner hier bei mir oder um mich herum,
keiner so zärtlich wie du,
und du bist auch nicht hier,

Nur ich und es graut, Nebel, Trostlos...
Ohne dich will die Welt auch nicht,
und ich mitten drin!

Du fehlst mir so sehr,
Ohne dich ist selbst das atmen schwer,
Das halb volle glas ist nun auch leer,

Ich werde überleben,
Doch nicht all zu sehr,
Denn lange ohne dich, ist selbst das Dasein so schwer...

Ohne dich zu sein,
Kein Glück, Nimmermehr!

the poem from the last night

...and yes it was a very great night...We talked over the phone and I just felt asleep with your voice in my ears and you were there - in my dreams - like every night, but the awaking this gray n sleepy morning it just hurt so much to know that you awake as myself alone...I miss you so much, so deep, so endless like I do love you! and this morning after few tears, because it hurts sometimes so much I took a strange looking pan and I wrote you this poem from the last night...or it have write itself trough me...

*not enough*

it is the time when you are not here
with me...
when you are in avignon but i am not there

in this time i have to much of everything
but not enough of you
i miss you so much

and the funny thing is
i want to be with you no matter what

because it is cruel not to be wit you
and i am asking myself
what am i doing here

and this feeling will disappear
when you come to me
when you come here

because i will never have enough of you
my little Schmusie a moi!

glass n love

like glass the love is very transparent put it keeps warm and it s just like magic!

...

fuer ein Tutor

die Augenblicke deut ich nicht
im Zug des Lebens
immer in Bewegung
die Gefuehle verlaufen sich...

Du, der mein Freund bist..
du bist nicht verkehrt
du hast eine Liebe
und die Frau die du verehrst
auch wenn sie nicht wircklich dein ist...

...das Leben atmet auf und wir sind mitten drauf,
im Zug des Lebens....

Gefuehle deute ich auch nie,
denn fuer manche ist es zu langsammmmm
fuer die anderen zu schnell.

MAn hoert oft - die Liebe ist leicht,
doch was leicht..leicht zu finden???
sie kann zwar die Menschen verbinden,
aber oftmals bleibt LEICHT
so ziehmlich UNERREICHT...

Finde es trozdem wunderbar,
auch wenn sie dich nicht liebt.
Geniesse unendlich das Gefuehl,
denn du begehrst sie doch fast zu viel...

Und auch wenn sie dich nicht will,
ist es auch sie, die dich formt...
zu dem macht was du bist,
und was du sein wirst...

fuer die Liebe,
denn sie kommt!!!

Du fehlst so sehr

Den Gedanken an dich versucht auszuspülen...

Ihn aus mir herauszuschreiben,
ich liebe dich und du fehlst mir so sehr
ohne auch nur zu übertreiben...

Du bist nicht da, das zerreißt mich,
das wiederkehrende Gefühl der Machtlosigkeit,
es ergreift mich...

Nur die Nacht überstehen, diese paar Stunden,
dann geht es meistens wieder
für eine Weile...
doch der Abend naht...und eine neue Zeile.

...in der du mir so unglaublich fehlst entsteht!

Ein Oktober...

Hey du... Stille, du Ruhe,
kannst du mich hören,
zwischen den Reihen meiner Zeilen spüren?

Dein Sklave, ich bin es,
der zu dir empor spricht,
hinauf steigt,
wie ein Soldat am Rande der Verzweifelung,
ohne das er sich verneigt...
das Volk zusehend – es schweigt!

„Ich sehe, ja spüre tue ich auch,
was du vorhast,
doch dazu gehören
mich mit den anderen einreihen,
das kann ich nicht...“

Du suchest nach Blut, mit feurigen Augen,
du siehst nur ein Funken, ein feuer-roten Punkt,
kurz vor dem Ende,
etwas vor dem Tod!

Wieder Stille, Hey ruhe...
Könnt ihr mich hören, zwischen den Zeilen lesen,
könnt ihr mich spüren?
Denn ich bin es, das Licht
Ich werde euch durch die Dunkelheit führen...

Obwohl ihr denn Weg schon kennt...
Sehr gut kennt!

Shine

I am standing in the field, cypresses all over it in the wind dancing…
Who am I???

I am standing, holding a gun in my hands
The hands covered with paint…

I am shaking and for a moment I become myself again
Afraid to look at my hands
I just feel the cold metal in it…

I am looking throw some kind of window and see the silhouette
of myself in the mirror
I see the cornfield and the cypresses blows away
A man is standing there, with a gun in his hands
But who am I?

For a moment I become myself again
I am looking throw the window and see the silhouette
The simulacrum of my face in the mirror and a shine

BANG
And the eco is all over the field, trow the sky, ruptures the cypresses
But I have missed the heart…

I am glad that I wasn’t Vincent van Gogh
And it stays just the shine…

actually means really now or?

01).
I love you,
even if the rain is falling - or not
even if the sun is shinning - even if not
if you are by me, even if not
I do - still and ever love(s) you!

02).
I miss you,
on a beatyfull day - sunny or not
even if the flowers smell,
when I hear a bell
even if not, I do love you,
and I miss you, yes I do!

03).
You will be mine, because I am yours!

04).
...and what to say else,
we belong together, not because we are,
but because we are!
also because we will be, and not only because we will be!
and we were...
still I do love you,
and you know it, like I do...
because you loves me, too,

..a perfect coupllllle - yes we do!

Svjetlost tanja...the light morning sorrow below

the big fish an his little cat - one friend not more...

Once I found her - I did...
the happy(est) man I become- - - I am now!!!!
But why do I not feel thees happyness???
Because she isn t here - far away oh yes
She is!!!
But soon
Here she will be, with me...
In my arms, with me...
...

One more time

Gently forced pure power of love
We can’t denied it even if we try
It is overwhelming and “shadowing” all over us
Here we stay like two kids in the yellow bus!

Where is your special friend?
Who will love you until the end?
The agony of knowing
The ecstasy of feeling
The moment is true – let’s just being!

Two people in the blue
Two souls stocking in the glue
Can You feel it
Can You see it?

I want to hear, one more time
Wanna feel, wanna see,
Just once more,
With You I want to bee!

Roses really smell

the wine I drink,
ambrozia it should be!

with god I talk,
a pray it should be!

the world I see,
my destination it should be!

the girl I need,
my love she should be!

1, 2, 3... my girl, she don t mess around then she loves me sooooooo!
the relationship we have, the use-by date it has, I hate it sooooooo!

1, 2, 3... you think you get it!
we keep together,
forever,
we think it will be!!!!
It will be - never!

But roses really smell
and the moon really shine,
the taste in my mouth - it s not ambrozia,
it s only a little bit wine...

All right, All right!
once I will have a bride?
maybe the corps bride?
Whatever - evrything s all right!
the life I live,
it s just a small fight!

It s just my fight,
A life so bright...
my life and roses that really smells!

this night over Avignon

this is my little poem for my little Froggie ;)

I have travel the ALL BLUE, all around the world
I have seen all seven clouds,
and you were not there, I know it because I was!

I am coming, going away, I am here, sorry my little, but seems like I could not stay!
My heart is like a pirat, young and proud, drunk and foolish,
My head s been worth over 1000 gold,
someone must be kidding, it s much more, you could never hold!

Forgive me you dark, deep and big river called "Rohne"
Few things in a mans life they just must be done,
and one is to swim trough and reach the other edge
Because my little s standing there

And this night I have swim trough the dark and frightens
and this night I have leave my ALL BLUE
this night over Avignon a new star is born
Hear me you brave gods in Valhalla and blow in the big horn,
I am coming!
Finally I am!

I will come once to you back...
Even if it s only a dream,
this shall be the proof of my love to you
indestructible shine, but nothing can proof and show how deep the big fish can feel,
It s a never-ending circle - like a never-ending wheel,
And you my little are now somewhere deep inside!

Glueck im Ueberfluss

*die Strofe ueber Andre und Steffi
bin vor freude ausser mir,
gerade im Prag!.,. doch nich bei dir,
war es nur ein traum, ein kurzer augenblick...
der schimmer und zeit die verfliegt
ist es die liebe, die ueberalles siegt
und der moment wenn ich mich in dir fange
will langsam mit dir untergehen,
so friedvoll, volkommen kanns du vor mir stehen,
schoen das es dich gibt, auch wenn gerad nicht bei mir!

*die Strofe die Albi Friedel widmete
das musste jetzt einfach mal sein,
fuehl mich doch manchmal so allein,
trozallem auch mit dir zusammen,
doch viel weniger als ohne dich,
denn mein wunder du bist, ja, ich liebe dich!

*paar Zeilen von Freddy an Albi
ich weiss nicht wie mir geschieht,
ein gefuehl das verzweifelt verflieht,
ein sonnenschein, die sterne in der ferne,
der mond geht auf, und wir sind nicht drauf...
lass mich bei dir sein, denn ich bin das wasser und du mein stein,
der fels und die brandung!

*paar Zeilen fuer Bianca, die ich kenne und ihren Geno
das leben kann so unfair sein,
im zeitraffer des theaterstuecks, was truegt ist der schein...
die waren gedichte und geschichten bleiben nie verborgen,
zusammen haben wir uns sicher und nie mehr sorgen..
was war, was wird, was gerade ist,
so viel zeit vor uns und keine einreich-frist!
am strang des lebens ist nichts vergebens
solange du mein bist und ich dein
fuer immer zusammen und nie mehr allein,
kann das leben doch nicht so unfair sein...

*fuer Stephan und seine Steffi eventuell mit y
ein klavier spielt, der vorhang geht auf,
wir mitten drin, auf der buehne des lebens...
tausend und in einer nacht spiel ich dir das lied von uns
unserem heim, kann das sein,
glueck im ueberfluss, ein fass geht auf,
und wir mitten drauf, mitten im leben,
die wahre liebe kann es wohl doch geben..

*ein paar reihen fuer Markus und seinen Schatz
komm erzaehl mir etwas, plauder auf mich ein,
versuch nicht zu wenden, lass das leben leben sein,
denn nur so ist es lebenswert, lebensfroh und schoen...
traume werden wahr, unedlich gross und dauerhaft,
ich find bei dir trost, schweerelos, zauberhaft, liebestoll,
das halbleere glas ist doch mehr als voll!!!
fast wie der mond ueber uns und unser stern,
komm her erzahl mir was, ich habe dich doch so gern...

*und zum schluss was Dzenan schrieb
heimlich, still, einsam... ziehen wir uns leise zurueck,
einsamkein traegt sich viel leichter zu zweit,
sind wir denn wircklich soweit, dazu bereit???
jeder findet sein tempo, sein weg und sein schein,
ich sage nur das volkommene in zeile und reim,
doch habe ich mein ende des weges noch nicht erreicht,
dich noch nicht gefunden, trozallem Glueck im Ueberfluss
viel mehr als verdient, viel mehr als man braucht,
doch viel zu wenig und auf dauer und ewig...
alleine Gluecklich zu sein, der trost ist der schein und die frage
kann das sein, sehe da
sie steht vor mir!

Die Liebe findet man oder sie findet einen und wer sich seiner wahren Liebe nicht versperrt hat, so bliebe sie ihm auch nicht verwehrt. Sie kommt und sie geht, doch ist es die Liebe, die eine whrhaftige, so kommt sie immer zu einem zurueck und ist immer da, auch dann wenn sie nicht da ist!
Also meine Freunde, Prost und auf euch!

une petite poème pour approfondi le langue

Ce n`est pas la fille dans cette photo!

Je ne conne pas du chant grégorien
Comme ça je passe la soirée chez Sylvain
Je lui dit ma petite est comme de l'eau
Quelque fois ce n`est pas suivi
Quelque fois c`est trop…

Aujourd’hui elle est toute noire et blanche
Et complètement colorée le dernier dimanche
Elle parle à peine et moi je comprendre rien
Mais quelque fois ça c`est bien (hihih)

Je suis comme un chat noir
Et je continue comme ça
Je parle et je parle toute la nuit
Je suis dans la chambre le soule brui…

Et Sylvain, il reste tranquille
Il jusque allumer le radio
C`est La Tordue avec son poteau
Il chant son daddy was a “Bank robber”
Et son oncle un fameux bricoleur..

Mais je n`écoute pas
Je veux qu il comprendre qui est ça
La jeune fille, ma petite novelle
Et lui... Il reste tranquille
Et lui… Il est tranquille

*
et voila une niveau 2 - ça ver dire 8 an vieux . peut être 7 …

Faithfully story has been written

Somehow this German feeling all over me
No it s not a feeling of eating ;)
Also not of drinking beer
It s the Goethe deep impact that I fear

Sometimes there Jesenjin s standing in front of me
And I look in the mirror and ask myself,
Could it bee???

Than some days later Petrarca knock on my door
Before I open I felt down to the floor..
And ask myself again and again...
Is it faith?

Or just that story that has to be written?

*

Ich fuehle mich geborgen, geniss es, es ist gut, das Glueck, der Trost... Ich bin ausser mir, kopflos, sorgenloss...so frei und bereit, so liebestoll, troz allem Ueberfluss, gehe ich ueber die Naegeln barfuss, komm fluester mir ins Ohr, immer mit dir sein sollst du sein, nie wieder allein, ein Zuhause, dein Heim – komm mit mir oder lass es sein, ich komm schon klar, truebe Gedanken um uns rum, gerad darum,... hab dich endlich gefangen, komm, halt mich doch nur ganz kurz, nur ein bisschen, bis wir einschlafen im Glueck und Ueberfluss...

*
It s to early, to give up
I can borrow you some pain
In this faithfully night
the moon s shining but there s no rain.

When the stars look down at you
hug yourself
When the tears come over you
ask yourself

Is it realy the story that has to be written
or faith
Is this happening to you
or just a dream?

It s to early to give up
To late to run away
I hate to say it
you could fight, but you have to stay...

It makes no sence,
you feel like atacking me
but it s selfdefence...

I have to say it!
It s just like we are
like the story that has to be written,
I hate to mantion it
but it s already written...

All over again

It is not posibble
But if it would be
I would do it all over again!

Once more..

Withe golden leters, the poison with your name on it.

The faith
To be brave
Is like a little ship on the big sea
It s only the point that a point in it
I cannot see!

I am happy,
Am I?
You are happy?
Are you?

In my soul,
You have turned on over
Million candles
And than it was gone...

Just once again, once more
One more time?!
Just to tuch, feel and to do it!
If I could…

But I can t – the God I trust
But the God I am not,
Just a slave
Of his own faith!

Of the dream we use to dream...
Of one promise
and his way!
Just a human,
Only a slave!

And nothing else over it.

Voila une heure

j'te donne la plume pour qu'tu dessines
la plume pour que t'inscrives..
la plus belle vie qu'tu construire
la vie comme miel,
La vie est belle.

J'habite au premier
Une chambre sans vue,
À la prochaine et en santé (hein)
La semaine ou la rue.

J'vis toujours des soirées avignonnais
Rendez-vous devoir les halles
Du café de la paix ou le thé
Je t'attendrai...

Je pose rai mon journal
Sur mon bar devant moi.
Si t'es en retard,
Bien sur - tu as françaises
c'est j'vis toujours des vis avignonnais.

Je t'attendais, mon amour.
Je t'attendrai toujours,
Je t'attendais, mon amour.
tu as françaises ça c'est sur ;)

J'entendrais, mon amour.
Et tout le monde autour...!

voila une heure
que je t'attends
voila mon cour prudence en sortant
voila une heure
et une bouteille de la rhume avec du miel
La vie est beaucoup du connerie
mais aussi la vie est belle...

Sittin and beeing egocentric

Once, long time ago there was a gril, pretty blod and her room mate with the same name...

I told you once love me two time
it would be not only fine
it would be the last time
it would be like the finish line...

But have you listen to me?!?!

The guitar is playing a solo
we are playing a dance called "kolo"
I came to the town and than I drove away
And I just let you stay..

I wanted to take you with me, but you?!?!

Would you come with me?
I just say : "One, two, tree.."
Than I was gone, just passed by,
It was the feeling I have never try...

Before?!?!

Someone called it love,
someone desire,
But it was the feeling much more, much higher,
It was the delicious taste of a paradise apple,...
Doing somethin forbidden, doing somethin so wrong -
the feeling we felt was so strong,

but was it love or only my illusion for more?

And now I have to say you my little blond -
Girl you gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our life will never end
Gotta love your man...

Marie

#Marie#

BOnNe jOur m(`) aMouRe,
tU as la fiLle GlamouRe,
avec un(E) gRande CouRe..

Tu as l`eLeganCe
de tout lA fRance
peTite fleuRe de pRovaNCe
et MOI!!!
Je suis l`aRogance..
un garC(,)on comme en tRance.,

mais je suIs desolée, car tu preferéeee, la creMe brouLee - (K) qu` moi!?

Et a lA fin j`y va en caféE,
le restó cHeZ moNe, pour CouiSiner et pour manGeR..

...Les TataloNtes, les GeRamont, les MedalLionts eT tous les vins blanc..blanc de blanCCC..

Voila une po^eme, de boeme
avec l`ecriture horror ;)
but....what should I say...
just
Marie

confessing why I like spring

the poem for you Magdalene-Sophie...

...there is a bottle of vine on my table; the music I listen is the music you should listen to. The sky is clear, the temperature around 15 degrees Celsius, my fingers are running to ketch up the mind the words that overrun my feeling but this poem is only for you my unknown cherry...

I know you would not come,
But like a bird in my hands you jump up and down..
I share this night again with stars,
and make you the owner of my trown..

I don t know how to run away from the dream
I don t know if someone could loving you like I do,
Like a summernightdream you confess,
even if we don t know us, it s truth!

This night neither would nor hurt so much, so elusive hurt
if someone would loves me like I loves you!!!

I know you will not come,
I know tonight you could feel the smell of strawberries,
I know you will not come,
I know this dream will never end, it s done...

And there is much more than this I know... It s just like the poetry from Halil Dzubran (also translate in English) the blue fire. the man from Istanbul spending his whole life in New York...I even don t know where you are from, but tonight and only tonight this love song is for you, from me to you my unknown love, my only one, my Magdalene - Sophie!

I don t care that you are not the moon,
not the white swan,
not the person on my right site...
and my bed is much bigger without someone on my right...

So empty, deep felling alone,
It feels so much, but never like home, because home...
is there where you are, where you will bee!

my white swan, ma Christmas tree, where should it be?? ?where? All water follows tonight only you, and one day - when I will not bee, one day I am gone, everything is done, one day, maybe you will write a poem for me, the little fish that even without knowing you, just say it s truth and babe someone out there is loving you!!!

This poem is from this moment the ownership and propierty of the person calling her Magdalene-Sophie! All Right reserved 2006 to Magdalene - Sophie

Dzenan Sehic

Blue proem at the end of the caravan

" The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre"
*Doors 1967

The time to hesitate just passed by
No time of love stands behind,
Try now and become my,
And our love will stop exist just in my mind...

Can You see?
Close your eyes, what s in your imagination?
It s only me
It s not such a funeral deviation.

So take the risk of our life,
There is much more sensuousness

We could be five,

I guess.

In a despaired land, with a stranger on your side? What s in your mind, is it luck? what you find? Do you search, what will you see, passing the gate of the heavens church, is there, somewhere, somehow a picture of me, Is it truth - It s me what you see, babe when you close those beautiful eyes, rock crystals, the blue proem at the end of the song - It s just you who belong to me, It s just me who belongs to you, It is the end? the end of despaired land, take my hand and follow the caravan to the end, I will lead you out from the death land, just take my hand, because I give you my hand and my whole life, too..

Take a ride with the wind,
take a swim in the cold blue sea,
Close your eyes and what will you see,

It s just me.