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Nema blaga do dobroga srca
koje u miru sa spokojem kuca
čija radost druga srca sladi
ne zna za zlo i laž mu se gadi.

Ljubav, doborota i iskrenost
su njegovi vezivni, trajni aduti
nikakve sjene ono ni ne sluti
štite ga kao tijelo zimski kaputi.

Ono je tvornica i laboratorij
skakaonica, kuća i sanatorij
grad, selo, pustara, provincija
prijeki sud, stratište, jurisdikcija.

Platno, izložba, proza i poezija
lepeze umjetnosti i kohezija
znanost koja još nije dobila ime
iako su prošle milijunske zime.

To čudo koje kuca od rođenja
u zdravlju i kod svih oboljenja
koje se muči, stišće i pruže
čini sve da živimo još duže.

Prijestolnica topline i radosti
mjesto gdje vječno žive mladosti
rađaonica snage, entuzijazma i žara
ključ koji svaku bravu vrata otvara.

Šok soba na intezivnom odjelu
zbog kojeg se svi zbog tebe pokrenu
a ti nepomično gledaš, čuješ i vidiš
polako se svakog grijeha stidiš.

Bez osude i kazne da ga ne slomiš
nikakve ljutnje i bijesa kad voliš
jer srce je prijestolje ljubavi i duše
nebo i zemlja se nad dobrim skruše.

S ljubavlju, Željka.

Autor: Željka Šabić

There is no treasure like a good heart
that beats in peace and tranquility
whose joy sweetens other hearts
it knows no evil and is disgusted by lies.

Love, kindness and sincerity
are its binding, permanent trump cards
it does not even suspect any shadows
protect it like a body in winter coats.

It is a factory and a laboratory
ski jumping hill, house and sanatorium
city, village, wasteland, province
a court of appeal, a place of execution, a jurisdiction.

Canvas, exhibition, prose and poetry
fans of art and cohesion
a science that has not yet been named
although millions of winters have passed.

That miracle that beats from birth
in health and in all diseases
that torment, squeeze and stretch
does everything to make us live even longer.

The capital of warmth and joy
a place where youth live eternally
a birthplace of strength, enthusiasm and fervor
a key that opens every door lock.

The shock of the intensive care room
that makes everyone move because of you
and you watch, hear and see motionless
you slowly become ashamed of every sin.

Without judgment and punishment so as not to break it
no anger and rage when you love
because the heart is the throne of love and soul
heaven and earth bow down over the good.

With love, Željka.

Author: Željka Šabić