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Parent Category: Autumn / Winter 2011
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Category: Autumn / Winter 2011 — Haiku
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Odlazeći dan
vrhom brega ispija
zalazak sunca
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today day
sips the setting sun
with the hilltop
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Žuboreći pod granama
potok gubi glas
u lišću ive
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murmuring under branches,
a stream loses its voice
in osier leaves
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Pronađen okom
zrak sunca odnosi
lik na ledu reke
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a sun-ray
carries away an image
on the river's ice
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Samotni mesec
sa vetrom u leđima
sebi u susret
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a lonesome moon
downwind toward
itself
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Crvenom maku
i već sazrelom žitu
preti isti srp
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red poppies
and already ripe wheat threatened
by the same sickle
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Predrag Pera Čikarić
Accidentally or intentionally, I was born twice. The first time when I was really begotten, and the second time, after the life fiasco caused by a jump into the water resulting in serious injuries of my spine on July 8, 1971. An enormous desire to live, despite complete paralysis and blindness. An incredible resistance to all life’s horrors. Where do I find so much strength to jump over the threshold of the impossible and to fight in the ongoing rhythm with life and for life? The only leitmotif: survival at any cost, to brighten life for myself and for others so that everything can be endured more easily . . .!?
