Oči su kažu ljudi, ogledalo duše
u njima vjetar osjećanja puše
kad se mostovi čežnji i sreće ruše
unakrsni pogledi sa srcem se skrše.
Pa kroz njih tuga morima plovi
prepuna razočarenja, sujete, boli
jer neće da pita, objašnjava i moli
nego umom srce pritišće i lomi.
Hrani taj ego ponosa, tvrdoglavosti
tog mizernog jada samodopadnosti
prigrljenih obrazaca lažnoga morala
u kojem odabrani diktiraju što valja.
A valja sve materijalno i opipljivo kažu
tako uvjerljivo kao da ni sami sebe ne lažu
dok svoju priču isključivo interesima slažu
učine sve da stvarnost prihvaćamo blažu.
Jer moć jest presretanje tuđih odluka i želja
činjenje potrebitoga bez milosti i ograničenja
kontrola koječega da bi se spriječila fama
u areni života gdje duša ostaje čista i sama.
Te igre prepune taktika, intrigi i cinizma
slične kao temelji kapitalizma i komunizma
u kojima prvi i veći nemilosrdno vladaju
dok im se vlastite i tuđe nacije pokoravaju.
Odnosi toplo hladnog vrućeg inteziteta
u kojem se događa štošta, čini se šteta
jer sve ostavlja previše pitanja u zraku
svaka slika započinje ili završava u mraku.
Onda se nastavlja kroz dnevne rutine
uzdiže dublje od zemlje i leti u visine
poput oblaka, magle, rose, dušu oplahuje
u očima se ogleda, od ničega ne strahuje.
S ljubavlju, Željka.
Autor: Željka Šabić
Eyes are said by people, the mirror of the soul
in them the wind of feelings blows
when the bridges of longing and happiness collapse
crossing glances with the heart are broken.
And through them sadness sails the seas
full of disappointment, vanity, pain
because it does not want to ask, explain and pray
but presses and breaks the heart with the mind.
It feeds that ego of pride, stubbornness
that miserable misery of complacency
of embraced patterns of false morality
in which the chosen ones dictate what is right.
And everything is right, they say
materially and tangibly
so convincingly as if they are not
even lying to themselves
while they arrange their story
exclusively with interests
they do everything to make
reality more gentle.
Because power is intercepting other
people’s decisions and desires
doing what is necessary without
mercy and restrictions
controlling everything in order to prevent fame
in the arena of life where the soul
remains pure and alone.
These games are full of tactics,
intrigue and cynicism
similar to the foundations of
capitalism and communism
in which the first and the greatest rule ruthlessly
while their own and foreign nations obey them.
Relationships of warm cold hot intensity
in which many things happen, it seems a pity
because everything leaves too many
questions in the air
each image begins or ends in darkness.
Then it continues through daily routines
rises deeper than the earth and flies high
like clouds, fog, dew, washes the soul
is reflected in the eyes, fears nothing.
With love, Željka.
Author: Željka Šabić
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