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Shipmarine

Once I was a child. I figured I would become the captain of the ship and sail through the vast seas. Now I have grown up and with some miracle, my dream has come true! Even more than that. I…

Brodmornica

Jednom sam bila dijete. Maštala sam da ću jednog dana postati kapetanica nekog broda i ploviti nepreglednim morima. Sada sam odrasla žena i nekim čudom , san mi se ostvario. I više od toga. Postala sam i kapetanica svojeg života…

Blanket

The heart is all-seeing. As I write, I see images.  As I paint, words overwhelm me. I'm afraid if I stifle  this torrent, I will go numb, and if I stop writing, I will go blind… and will lose everything…

Dekica

Srce je svevid. Dok pišem, vidim slike. Dok slikam, preplavljuju me riječi. Bojim se, ako zapriječim ovu bujicu, zanijemiti ću, a ako pak prestanem pisati, oslijepiti ću..I ostati bez svega, gola, izložena. Zaštičena jedino nježnošću kojom me prije sna pokrivaš.…

Bosnian Pot Stew

  There are times when I do not know what to cook (and cook one must). I overturn inwardly, my bowels, and I'm deaf to their ideas. I take " disheveled scrap-scratch pad" - a home cookbook (Food network does…

Bosanski lonac

  Ima dana kada ne znam što bih kuhala ( a kuhati se mora). Prevrćem po svojoj nutrini, crijevima i gluha sam za njihove ideje. Uzimam „Kupusaru“- kućnu kuharicu ( coolinarika ne pomaže) i čitam redom tražeći idealan recept, zgoditak…

Nomen est omen

Such are Masters!  Busy. Inconsiderate. Skilful. They do not know with what is not their trade. They do not know with flowers. Their hands are too rough although they create the thiniest lines and landscapes. Their nose is clogged with…

Nomen est omen

Takvi su majstori ! Vješti. Zaposleni. Bezobzirni.  Ne znaju s onim što nije njihov zanat. Ne znaju sa cvijećem. Ruke su im pregrube premda stvaraju najtanje linije i krajobraze. Nos im je začepljen od mirisa boja. Korjenje noktiju izjedeno od…

Rock me baby

I can part with anything . Mine. In material terms. That what was my treasure. Memories. I got them for a whole tanker. From the matches with whom someone I loved used to light up his cigarette, to the napkin…

Kramer is Kramer

I took a day off. I put on a flaunting, floral T-shirt, a narrow skirt, on the feet half-womanly shoes. I removed the entire surplus from the bag: pencil-box – no, I won't draw, notebook-nor write, or write down passing…

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