THE QUESTION

ponedjeljak , 13.05.2019.

Without the question
You've become a tenant
In the lighthouse of my dream.

Erasing all my pasts
with a simple handshake.
Engraving the lines of your palm into mine.

And while you relentlessly wonder
through wastelands
I keep asking myself the question.

Have I really needed

This spring
Painted with autumn palette shades...

This vagueness overture
In the hallway of a tear...

This WE without US?!

DANAS se ....

nedjelja , 12.05.2019.

Jednostavno se
ne rimujem ...
Danas sam nalik
laticama kamilice
zvučim kao rijeka
podmornica
što tiho k moru prilazi

Ni sa ljetom se ne rimujem
zvučim kao snjegovi
i korak mi je takav
jednostavno danas
sam
izvan notovlja
samo svoja,
rima podrazumijeva poslušnost notama
a ja
...ja sam neposlušni sanjar
šaptačica stihovima
i oči su mi takve
sanjarske, neposlušne

danas se rimujem s osmijehom
što ga nosim u
sebi
u stihu
... javom uglazbljenim!

Oznake: plaža

DOOR

Talk about my poetry I was not used to, honestly, was the main reason I agreed to be a share of a poet's evening scheduled for next Saturday. I had exactly five days to pick the song and practice the performance. The controversy with Goran lasted for more than half an hour, so I had to speed up the schedule today.

Namely, when you viewed your inbox, I met an interesting info leaflet. It was an Association of Parkinson's disease in the area of Rijeka, which today had tomorrow's open doors. I decided to go and check out what these "gates" look like and can they come out of this story.

Although Toni assured me that my life could continue with my life so far, every morning I realized that was not the case. I fought against Parkinson in various ways, realizing that this is not at least an innocent opponent in the ring of life. Each time Toni would increase my therapy, I felt great, but after ten days, symptoms like fatigue, insomnia, tremors, drowsiness, tears, emotional hypersensitivity, etc ... would come back again. Illness met me with a new unknown so far I knew was a lot smoother and more sensitive than the one I knew.

On the Open Doors Day I decided to take the triangles of the cheesy I had to look out for, and in this way get close to people who carry bangs like mine. I trotted into a yellow box where I wrote a . It was an old bakery recipe that I did not want to give to anyone. The secret was in adding peach liquor, which made the chops even smells.

I reached the destination by foot. The Association's premises were in a rented studio apartment. The street he was wearing was printed with large graphite, which made her look very cheerful. I adored graffiti, maybe it is too redundant for people, but it's about spraying, which is not easy. They have rightly taken space in this street, life needs to be rejuvenated in all ways, and also in graffiti.

A small group of volunteers who shared thematic brochures was welcomed by me. I took the offered literature and handed them their triangles, which they were very grateful for.

The studio resembled a small exhibition area where works of members of the Association were exhibited. There were nice handicrafts, ceramic bowls, and pictures. The encounter with their creativity has given me new strength, a confirmation that with our homeland can still fight, and in some way to run.

I did not even notice that the master bedroom was getting fuller when I was watching the groceries.

At one point the moderator announced the presence of the president of the Association. After that Goran appeared out of the way for the microphone. In itself, an eloquent way of looking at the work of the Association and its plans emphasizing that Parkinson's is not a disease but "a set of symptoms that they have called."

Then a short documentary with M.J.Fox was shown in the main role. In an honest way, without a pathetic actor, he talked about the illness that had hit him at age 29. The film was in a positive attitude, an active social and sporting life!

Everyone we found, both in space and in the same illness, we have accompanied his testimony with loud applause and even louder tears. We have spent so much for ourselves and so on.

You should be able to psychically cope with the fact that you are due to the condition that medicine is still unknown and I have become NEPTANNED. Namely, all medications and therapies were just an attempt to make a solution, and that real cure did not even appear in the distance.

At the end of the program, the social gathering continued with the snack.

I saw Goran watching me watch my handicrafts, approaching me with a glass of juice.

We do not serve wine - he said adding a glass.
You are here in curiosity or ...
I got a leaflet and decided to visit you, and of course join.
And do you have Parkinson?!? He looked me astonished.
I did not know, it does not recognize you.
It's just in the initial phase. And you? What's up with you?
I'm fighting him for 12 years, "he replied.
Twelve?! It is not possible that I have never met you here I would never think you were Parkinson's.
I'm trying. If not now, when will I? When I'm 100, it will certainly be noticeable.
Now I know whom I will address questions and ambiguity, "I said, laughing at his joke.

Of course, like the others, I'm at your disposal. Be free to contact me at any time.
Thanks, Goran.
There is nothing, Lana. I wish that was not so, but when we are already stronger together. Is it?
We were silent and looked at the floor, as if we were looking for some lost answers. Then our heads fluttered a lot of doubts and questions, but now there was no time for them. We stood next to each other, without words, but it was all clear.

True, tonight I did not find the right door, but I was sure I met the person I would find them.

SCOMPARSA

con ogni canzona divento Te.
Nell’ultima ho preso il colore dei tuoi occhi.

Nello specchio appena intravedo residui dei suoi lineamenti,
corro nei tuoi passi,
sogno le tue fantasie e nelle tue tasche sprofonda la mia liberta’,
nelle tue labbra si prosciugano i miei versi e cerco i suoi avanzi nelle tue guance,
ma inutilmente

prima che tu nascessi
io sarei Te!

Picasso's dreem

I cut the wood
leave
to be planted by butterflies

Painted the forest
mountain
Lake
all green

I left my mind
it all became colorful

Changed aggregates
water status

She built houses
to ride
on the roofs they walk

The tree grew in luck
Butterflies have become a bud
as I whispered, shuddering

... and I'm just sticking the tree!