Ima nešto u tom suncu
toplini što priraste srcu
tom beskraju svjetlosti
što prodire baš do kosti.
Razlijeva se poput rijeke
u dubine i zakutke neke
pa blaženstvom tako zrače
a toliko nam tada znače.
Jer toplina grije tijelo
um i dušu, srce cijelo
razmekša nam otvrdnuća
ljepotama iz svanuća.
Kad sve ide ispočetka
kao od samog začetka
gdje se umire i rađa
poput mira nakon svađa.
Rasvjetljava mutne misli
sve u nama zrači, čisti
jer bistrina mudrost išće
kad nas sumnja čvrsto stišće.
Osvijetli nam pute nove
sve do sreće i slobode
gdje su snovi vrelo nade
a nebesa s nama rade.
Pa te zrake tako blage
pune svjetla, a i snage
razdiru nas na komade
pretvaraju u nomade.
Koji idu svome suncu
mekom, živom, novom srcu
otkucajima da naštima
te kazaljke iz svemira.
S ljubavlju, Željka.
There’s something in that sun’s
warmth that clings to the heart,
that boundless light
piercing straight to the bone.
It spills like a river
into depths and hidden nooks,
radiating such bliss,
meaning so much to us then.
For warmth heats the body,
mind and soul, the whole heart—
softening our hardness
with beauties from dawn.
When everything starts anew,
like from the very beginning,
where we die and are born
like peace after a quarrel.
It illuminates murky thoughts,
everything within us glows, pure—
for clarity births wisdom
when doubt grips us tight.
It lights new paths for us
all the way to happiness and freedom,
where dreams are a wellspring of hope
and the heavens work with us.
Those rays so gentle,
full of light and strength,
tear us into pieces,
turn us into nomads.
Who head toward their sun,
soft, alive, new heart—
to the beats of passion,
those clock hands from the cosmos.
With love, Željka.
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