Friday, 9 May 2014

Beograd podseća na mirno more....


U tvome oku spavaju noćni tramvaji 
Neko silazi ulicom Sedmoga jula 
Ogrnut oblakom kao pelerinom 
Sava i Dunav se kod Ratnog ostrva spajaju
Kao anđeli u "Nebu nad Berlinom" 
Tiha se čuje pesma iz moga tranzistora
O nekoj zemlji u kojoj nema slobode
Linija mog života prekida se na kratko
Tamo gde se ukrštaju dve beogradske ulice......
Na izmaku noći, 
Beograd podseća na mirno more
Pospani grad, spokojno diše u tišini
Noć ponekad ume da zaboli 
kao neprijatno pitanje.
Tišina deluje na bubne opne
opasnije od najveće buke....


2 comments:

emo_serpica said...

Lepo. Volim Beograd, i kada ćuti...

Alexandra Alexandra said...

I ja!

You are the pattern in the weaving of my existence. You are the secret code that unlocks all that is mine. You are the manner in which I dance, flying from cloud to cloud…You are the answer to all my questions, always unexpected, which raises me from one world to another.You are my sailing boat on the ocean of infinite tranquility and bliss. My most beautiful ark. Your soul has no limits, and it is in my eyes that You are endless…
And thus when I am not asking You anything then, in fact, I am asking You; And when I do not see You – I do indeed see you. And when You are silent You are speaking inside of me; and when you are asleep you are awake inside of me.....
You'll never be able to escape from your heart. So, it's better to listen to what it has to say. That way you'll never have to fear an unanticipated blow...