Cordon bleu
Blue cord
Cordon bleu, blue ribbon or blue ribbon is the right choice for Sunday lunch. Juicy, soft meat with a rich taste of melted ham and cheese will satisfy all members of your family!
INGREDIENTS
8 thin veal steaks
4 leaves of cooked ham
4 cheese leaves
1 egg
Salt and pepper to taste
optional: mashed tomatoes, sour cream, mustard, tartar sauce
flour
prezle
1 lemon
PREPARATION:
Beat the veal steaks with a hammer to make them as soft as possible.
Then, add salt and pepper to the steak and thinly coat one side of the steak with the desired coating (mashed tomatoes, sour cream, mustard or tartar sauce).
Place the cheese leaf and the ham leaf between the two coated steaks and fasten the steaks with a toothpick to join them.
The meat sandwich obtained in this way is first rolled in flour, then in a well-beaten egg and finally in breadcrumbs and fried in a pan in deep oil on both sides until well browned.
Cordon bleu veal steaks are served with a slice of lemon and french fries.
Thicker pieces of steak can be cut on one side in the form of a pocket and filled with cheese and ham by wrapping a cheese leaf in a ham leaf and carefully placing them in the steak.
Instead of veal, you can also use chicken fillet to prepare Cordon bleu.
Pleasant!
Salad with avocado and eggs
Salad with avocado and eggs
A salad with avocado and eggs is a great idea for an order, a light lunch or as a side dish to a main dish that gives you a feeling of satiety.
COMPONENTS
6 hard boiled eggs
2 avocados diced and diced
½ chop a sieve of chopped red onion
3 tablespoons chopped acid acids
1 tablespoon mustard
1/3 pinch of mayonnaise
Salt and pepper to taste
PREPARATION:
In a deep bowl, mash the eggs with a fork.
Add avocado, onion, cucumber, mustard and mayonnaise.
The content words change to taste the units.
Choose and choose according to taste.
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Pesto sos-sauce
Pesto sauce
The combination of fresh basil, authentic taste of parmesan, pine nuts and olive oil make pesto sauce just perfect!
INGREDIENTS
3 cups fresh basil
1/4 cup grated parmesan
1/4 cup grated hard sheep cheese
1 large clove of garlic
1/4 cup roasted pine nuts (sunflower, almond, walnut or pistachio of your choice)
1/2 cup olive oil
with to taste
1-2 teaspoons of lemon juice to taste
PREPARATION:
Put all the ingredients in a blender.
Blend for 10-20 seconds to combine the ingredients.
You can serve the finished pesto sauce as a sauce, spread, spaghetti sauce or as a dressing for grilled vegetables.
Pleasant!
21 poetry Arsen Dedić
DATE PLACE
BORN June 28, 1938 Šibenik
DIED August 17, 2015 Zagreb
Biography
Arsen Dedić is a Croatian singer of Serbian origin, composer, poet, arranger, lyricist, singer-songwriter and musician. It was named after Arsenije III Crnojević. Arsen Dedić is the authentic founder of the author's song and literary chanson.
Arsen graduated from the Gymnasium and the High School of Music in his native Šibenik. After graduation, in 1957 he went to Zagreb with his uncle. He enrolled in law at the University of Zagreb with the intention of gaining a "solid profession", but soon he became increasingly attracted to art, from sculpture to painting. In parallel with the first two years of law, he is again attending and finishing the last two grades of high school music (although he has already passed them in Šibenik). He also starts writing songs. Due to songs of religious motives, "Mr. Isukrst" and "Sveti Nikola" were brought before the commission and fired from Radio Zagreb, where he worked part-time.
In 1959, Dedić enrolled at the Music Academy, which he graduated from in 1964. He played the flute and had his own flute quartet by Arsen Dedić, and performed as a flutist in Zagreb jazz ensembles.
During the sixties, Arsen linked his career to festivals, stringing together a series of evergreen compositions and taking home awards with ease. He held his first solo concert in December 1965 in the Belgrade House of Trade Unions. In time, he withdrew from the festival and focused on recording records. For the sake of records for children, applied music, he composes on the lyrics of poets, and his songs are performed by Drago Mlinarec, Bijelo Dugme, Josipa Lisac, Srebrna krila, Zdravko Colic and many others. Also, Arsen Dedić regularly writes lyrics and composes for his wife Gabi Novak, who is often a guest on his records and performances. During his career, Arsen Dedić wrote music for theater, film and TV dramas. In 1968, he acted in the film "Cherry on Tasmajdan" directed by Stole Janković.
Arsen Dedić published the first book of poetry Brod u boci in 1971, and it experienced numerous editions and an impressive circulation of eighty thousand copies, which should not be surprising, since the song Ne daj se Ines was accepted by all generations.
One of the main reasons why Arsen Dedić won the hearts of audiences throughout the former Yugoslavia is that the lyrics of the songs he performed were not ordinary lyrics but almost always poetry.
1.If Per Head Residents
If per capita
four good vistas fall
then you from your apartment too
you glimpse a part of the Mediterranean.
If per capita
comes half the menu,
and if all this is carefully shared,
then they ate hungry yesterday.
If such is the average salary
then a million comes back to you
and if morale has fallen average
so you also gave your contribution.
If they spend on every head
so you're not bad either,
and all in all (and who can do what to you)
your worries are divided and multiplied.
If so many live without toil,
on average you have your arms crossed,
and when the average steals so much
you belong to those who do not work.
You don't have a car, he has two,
then one is yours on average,
let there be even more
later on the head and so everyone likes it.
2.The Ballad Of Transience
When we wandered the world
like scattered seed,
we talked to ourselves -
it's been a while.
And not knowing that we are
on a lost ship
we shouted, "Land!"
as we watched the water.
When we kissed briefly
in the grief of a rainy night,
we talked for ourselves
that love is yet to come.
We set things up,
but again not for long.
For all places we said -
we will determine another.
When happiness was born
and glory awaited,
we thought again -
that's not the real thing.
When there are no friends,
and the days go by slowly,
we talked for ourselves
to be back soon.
Where we gave the most
we got less,
but we thought - that's it
only a temporary condition.
When we lost our lives,
we said, "Let"
and believed firmly
to make a flow awaits us.
We traveled on
when we arrived a long time ago.
We just started something,
and second we were already.
And we stayed that way
near the outgoing water,
unexplained completely
and a bit out of fashion.
In the story that began
in love without a trace,
because we are each home
approached the threshold.
In temporary order
unused things
we didn't even feel it
yes we are alone, and old.
While we still believed
that it changes every time,
we said to ourselves, "Goodbye."
saying, "Good-bye."
3.I clean My Life
I clean my life, through the window, the old closet,
I clean my space of unnecessary things ..
Where did I buy them?
Where did I collect them?
I clean my life, they take out the garbage on Fridays
when hope awakens, and when it is a mild evening ..
Where did I buy them?
Where did I collect them?
I clean my life of those hollow people,
which the wind blows through their heads and through their chests ..
Where did I buy them?
Where did I collect them?
I cleanse my life, to save while it is time,
a little morning tenderness and bitter night seed ..
Where did I buy them?
Where did I collect them?
I clean my life of the apparent world,
from love without a trace, from cheap items ..
Where did I buy them?
Where did I collect them?
I cleanse my life, it is rust and darkness,
and I will be left without anything, but silence is better ...
4.A Man Like Me
Not for you, he's not a man like me
what sad love can only give you,
there is nothing in this apartment
which could keep you,
I have nothing to give but myself -
and I would give everything.
Not for you, he's not a man like me
what a bitter life can only give you,
you couldn't live like you used to,
and I would like to be alone
and that the days pass silently
around us.
In a house where only
vergl still rarely plays,
and the bouquet for you is a paper flower,
in a room empty, without light, without peace.
Now go quietly, leave me there
to indulge in sleep again as I used to.
You find nothing in this world,
it is a life of dreams and foam,
I don't understand what you're asking of me
when I gave you everything.
5.The Girl From My Land
She spent the night on the road
which have been around since ancient times
our dreams towards the world
from Perković via Knin.
In her eyes the sea,
the salt in her hair sparkles,
she doesn't let them break it
he abducts and defies.
A girl from my area:
I taste it on her lips
the taste of first kisses,
the taste of the first hazelnuts ...
She remembers old words
sweet colors of homeland
he has a desire to heal me
a girl from my area.
She spent the night on the road
on which hopes are extinguished,
she stayed up all night
in a second-class carriage.
In her eyes the sea ...
6.How are you?
You will see it on the poster
date and my name,
in some ugly city
accidentally one winter.
And you will enter confused,
like in old times
to hear me sing
at the ball of medics.
How are you?
Like it's impossible,
and as if not laughing,
live like this
live from the song.
And you will tell me the treasure,
and as if to blame me:
"You mean even today
do you make a living from this job? "
How are you?
You're going to ask me to tell you,
and I don't really have the will,
how was it there,
how it was downstairs.
I don't remember well anymore,
but you claim to be for you
wrote: "Don't cry",
and sang, "I dream of you."
How are you?
It's late, the guests are coming,
our story is long,
what is in us now,
it is neither happiness nor sorrow.
Is someone waiting for you,
let's have a drink with me,
and we made love
as in memory.
How are you?
How are you?
How are you?
7.Youth
You gave, but you stole,
and you were unfaithful,
no, you didn't give me too much:
About youth ...
About youth ...
About my youth ...
That stingy sun that fell,
that poor love, short dreams,
for memories it's a little:
About youth, youth ...
Give me a break, and give me strength
to say goodbye to her at least,
and for my company to finish the song
and to drink a glass.
Still full of hope, what can I do,
we are only halfway there,
and this morning there are other young people:
About youth ...
About youth ...
About my youth ...
So goodbye, be better with others
and give him more tenderness
because that's nothing I lose:
About youth, youth ...
8.Moderate Cantabile
The river brings autumn,
the city dies for a long time
and in us so many summers:
We are orphans of the world.
Tell me if you're going tonight
be able to leave everything,
your house, habits, people,
and go and not know where?
Let everyone send us away with hatred
but dear life is waiting, now is the time,
the whole world will be your new home,
let them say, "Adventure is it."
You will never regret it
your belongings, name and city,
and in the cold room of the hotel
you will be free now.
Long desperate rain,
fog covers the city,
some way closely through the fall
the train will take us.
9.I will find consolation
I will find solace in terrible sailing
through glaciers, rain, through a dark middle ear.
It will give me history, the sea in a great bed.
Everyone will give it to me, Jurjevska in the deaf age.
I will find solace in a piece of meat.
He will give me praise or Mozart's Requiem.
It will give me a black upturned sky.
I'll find her if I kill myself and get drunk.
I will find comfort in my daughter's tenderness,
in doubt, inaccurate data, in lies.
At dawn, on the last night,
I will find her and she is looking for me.
I will find solace in glorious destinies.
I browse the biographies and everyone helps me.
It's in the bloody water, the war, in the depths,
and besides, they cannot prove my sorrow.
I will find solace in music that is made on its own,
in poetry when it burns quietly, in a woman.
Wherever I want: In infinity, in books,
in the nonsense of it, in the mother, the poem.
In group love, in singing in a choir.
The opera imposes itself on me and offers,
and above all in the sea, in the sea ...
I will find it with the Gods, the beasts and the people.
I will find her: I pull my hand into the bosom of my homeland.
In the votive image, sailboats that crazy spring.
Here it is in the form of birds moving into desolation.
I will find solace, I will find it, and I know I will not.
10.She taught me
She taught me
wild geese flying again,
one woman, almost a child
she held out her hand.
She taught me
this doll, almost nothing -
me, a ship without a dock
returned to port.
I'm closer now,
and I thought as I know,
everything is deleted,
I open the door slowly,
I'm closer now,
and I thought as I know,
pouring rain
our case is classic ...
She taught me
what can I tell her like that,
my music and words -
voices from the darkness.
She taught me
pure soul, breath from the sea -
me, a professor:
She taught me.
11.Don't give up, Ines
Don't give up, Ines.
Don't give up for years, my Ines,
different movements and habits,
because your room is still warm;
pleasant layout and rare items.
You had more taste than me.
Your room - beauty - your landlady is in the hospital ..
You were always different
by the color of the paper of his letters, by the gifts,
she followed me the next morning around nine to the station.
And the green bus crashes
driven by the autumn wind, like a leaf,
down a Belgrade slope.
I'm in an evening suit and
surrounded by views.
Don't give up, my youth,
Don't give up, Ines.
Our acquaintance has been prepared for a long time
and then, by chance, with hot brandy,
and with just a few sentences a badly disguised desire.
Your way, gentlemen, and the faces of peasant women.
My simpleton and noblewoman!
So your breasts, bed,
and my room hung in the air like an orange,
like an orange lamp,
over the green and blue water of Zagreb;
Proleterskih brigada 39, near Grkovic.
The sour street from the window and the noise of the evening
tram.
Beautiful moments of nostalgia, love and poverty,
use of shared bathroom
and - please if anyone is looking for me ...
Don't give up, Ines - here I am,
I get up just to turn the plate.
Is it rude at a time like this,
Mozart, Requiem, Agnus Dei.
My favorite start though.
I have a million more gentle and rude ones at my disposal
data of our youth,
who deceives us before her own eyes and steals and abandons us.
Don't give up, Ines,
tear up the invitation, cancel dinner,
cheating on your husband by going to comb your hair,
in some better hotel
touch me under the table with your knee,
my generation, mistress.
I know there will be more youth,
but no more like this;
on average in 1938.
I will have no one to stay young with,
if you all get old,
and that youth will fall hard on me,
and yet you will be right,
because I am alone on this coast
which you left and surrendered reluctantly.
And the rain starts again
as it is already raining in October on the islands.
A sea of lead and a sky of pine.
Mixed remote voices:
the voice of a mother, friend, daughter, mistress, ship, brother.
Quickly picked up laundry before the rain
and the light with that whiteness disappeared.
A little more walk by the sea and done;
Don't give up, Ines.
12.Don't Go Back to Old Loves
Don't go back to old loves,
while the ancient rains were lilac,
they were different,
than this fall and winter,
Don't go back to old loves.
Don't go back to old loves,
to bow down, to be comforted,
when you remember the old days,
when loneliness grows like a tide,
Don't go back to old loves.
What a criminal
in the middle of the dark,
leads forever to that end,
Old love as a trap,
never come back to her.
Don't go back to old loves,
don't knock on the same door,
the fire is put out there,
go further where there is heat,
Don't go back to old loves.
13.Taste of Salt
With the taste of the sea, with the taste of salt
on hot lips, in hair and skin,
you came out of the water to stretch out next to me,
you came here, followed by the sun.
In the taste of the sea, in the taste of salt,
you carry the bitterness of all those things
which I loved a long time ago and lost somewhere,
all that lasts far from us.
This time and the days that pass lazily
they leave a taste of salt on the lips,
you jump into the water, so you leave me alone
there in the sand and sun to look at you again.
And when you come back, I let you fall
in the arms of the sand and in my hands,
and then I kiss you with the taste of the sea,
with salt taste and sleep taste ...
14.Since I Don't Love You
My taste returns, as after an illness,
I'm scared when I think about where that might have taken me,
my smile comes back, you won't recognize me,
as if at large, I am learning to eat, to walk again ..
Since I don't love you
again at night my rain,
lost sounds, colors,
I don't share them with anyone.
Since I don't love you
someone on the train is waving at me,
it's empty for me, but easier
since I don't want you.
I asked people how long it would take,
can I die, will I repent later,
I bothered people, I panicked
the light is too strong, just for the eyes to get used to it ..
15.I speak to you again, my love
I tell you again my love
after the journey and his life deserted,
I'm writing you a love song again
after songs of experience.
I tell you again my love
the one who was too little to love,
it's here at your door again,
and ready to pray again.
I tell you again my love,
and I began to humiliate and sin brilliantly,
almost at the end and almost a sage
in the beginning I am here to comfort myself.
I tell you again my love
on the way back turned into a wound,
after the seven seas and their own lands
I came to die in your apartment.
I tell you again my love
I've been somewhere before, now I'm leaving it all
to you after happiness, courage and knowledge
to give you back your place after the world.
I tell you again my love,
after bad company, doubt, I stand tonight
I'm ready to tell you in front of you
like the first time again: I love you!
16.Afternoon Song
I'm sending this lazy afternoon thought,
gentle and lustful,
in that yard where I was looking at you,
dear neighbor, 1957,
when autumn was like this
and when the windows of my parents' house were still pounding in my sleep
drowned in the south of Šibenik,
in the city that became my hospital,
and with my half-awakened head circling
the first trams
blue and dormant.
I address this thought there
and I say - a pity.
You were my roommate's mistress
from 8 to 11 every morning.
What were your names: Emma, Selma, Alma, Adela?
Did it change your face, eyes and belly?
And how I envied you
returning from a walk, from 8 to 11 in the morning,
with a quarter of bread and milk,
in one pale, sandy dairy.
It is already my first student September in all colors
added a little black and a little dark green.
And today I honestly tell you - pity, pity.
More likely you are not for such a thing.
That yard again.
Time for Sunday fishing
and your husband leaves.
So you're coming to my room even earlier today.
About half past six.
And I'm just going out; too bad,
because my roommate is grumpy so early
and I would probably give you more,
but I go for a walk.
And I walked like that for a year and another…
And not to brag to you, there was that.
What lands, drinks, what seas!
Where I've been,
Where I loved everything, and what kind of women,
because I can tell you openly.
Where I all walked in the rain, in the morning.
Some train rotted in the black spring
in Poland, near Russia.
What a woman I left there, Christ,
and the kind that left me in the north
drinking some indistinct drink of his people.
Far, far away as in dreams.
Again someone here in Zagreb, in Jurjevska,
so eyes, transparent and precious,
of a Czech woman from Brno - Vozderkove-
moved forever into my womb.
And such snow and everything you need; it was, it was,
but that yard where I saw you
between two indeterminate trees,
black from the moisture that fall,
you such an ordinary and debauched housewife,
and the smells you left in my room
in the 1957/58 seasons, and the following -
damage, irreparable damage!
17.Spring Without You
Spring started with the wind,
as if he knew he divided us
and while the others were together,
we were not allowed to look at each other.
Spring started with rain,
with trains arriving late
and as the days go by wearily,
we greet each other again in secret.
And I will remember that time for a long time
when we didn't yet know what awaited us,
when the forests remained silent,
when the blue was carried by the river.
And I will remember those hours for a long time
which they can no longer return.
Spring started with the wind,
as if he knew he divided us
and while the others were together,
we were not allowed to look at each other.
Spring began with hope
that one day it will be different,
that we will not hide from people
and without a word we will wander the city.
And I will remember that time for a long time
when we didn't yet know what awaited us,
when the forests remained silent,
when the blue was carried by the river.
And I will remember those hours for a long time
that they can no longer return,
he tells me everything in vain I love you,
but I myself am still struggling.
The real author of this song is Zeljko Sabol. Arsen Dedić wrote the music for these verses.
18.Conversation With The Waiter
I come back like every night,
everything ended the same way,
the last drink is still waiting for me
and talk to the waiter ..
And a conversation with the waiter ..
He doesn't understand those stories,
he knows nothing about loneliness,
my words do not reach him,
smile at me or pour ..
smile at me or pour ..
And so,
he lets me go until morning
I lead my monologues,
he's just a good bartender,
I'm a drunk gentleman.
I tell him how I live,
exciting, crazy, happy,
should I say you're gone
and that I am alone like a dog ..
and that I am alone like a dog ..
There is a lady next to us
while I talk to her she's asleep,
I want him to come to me
but that doesn't solve anything ..
And so,
he lets me go until morning
I lead my monologues,
he's just a good bartender,
I'm a drunk gentleman.
I come back like every night,
everything ended the same way,
the last drink is still waiting for me
and talk to the waiter ..
And a conversation with the waiter ..
19.Everything Lead You To Me
It all led you to me
from a distance, from the darkness
it all led you to me
from the first steps.
Although you didn't say anything,
I knew, I knew
from these movements and origins
everything is the same, everything is like.
It all led you to me
everything that gives birth to loneliness
small coastal towns
the same writers and records.
When he throws you like a lad
night wave to my doorstep
it was not difficult to know
that you must be dear to me.
It all led you to me
your eyes and mouth
your love dead
my bad experiences.
We were at the beginning
intoxicated with the same wine
and when you went the wrong way
it all led you to me.
20.It can shine with such radiance
It can shine with such brilliance
What is past now,
What can't be returned,
What does anyone know when ..
Love our early summers
It was a pity for both of them,
She is real now, she is holy now
When I'm not young anymore ..
He reveals his secret to me
And the old criminal sits down,
I had a great past
The whole world was chasing me ..
The honor is finally received,
Time goes by, the clock strikes,
It seems like a victory later
Some war lost ..
These battles, these wounds,
He will discover all beauty
When things are old,
when they are no longer there ..
This morning that bothers you
He will give you everything,
When tomorrow is yesterday
And you will be who knows where ..
In vain from tonight
You're asking for more
Because it has to pass first
To know more about her ..
It can shine with real shine
What is past now,
What can't be returned,
Which anyone knows when. .
21.It's easy for you
It's easy for you to say - I'm going,
because you weren't there.
It's easy for you to lend a hand,
because you haven't left yet.
It's easy for you to say goodbye
and that it was all a joke.
It is easy for you, because you know nothing;
you haven't parted yet.
It's easy for you, and I already know:
when those things happen,
everyone leaves a trail when he leaves,
and a part of life takes away.
It's easy for you to say - go
and regrets nothing.
It's easy for you, because you're a child -
because they didn't leave you.
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All about the fly
Flies are the most famous and widespread insects. They inhabit all the people of the world, except half the Earth. There are more than 16,000 flies in North America alone! We have the most numerous domestic fly.
These tiny insects are a millimeter long (domestic fly) and are very light, 70 flies weigh only one gram. Meanwhile, such a small disease has created diseases and damage to the people around whom they live due to easily available food.
The life of a domestic fly lasts about two months in summer, and in winter we can live up to six months, without food. They feed on literally all types of food, waste, change, hair, corpses. The oral apparatus is simple and consists of pulp that draws in food like a funnel. The food is soaked with enzymes that break it down and so melted is drawn into or. they eat. Domestic flies do not bite or fish.
It has two wings, due to frequent following on the surface. Their legs and body are covered with hair that secretes a sticky liquid on its own, so bacteria and viruses are easily maintained on their bodies. For these reasons, microorganisms are transmitted quickly and easily. If you follow the food of one, they transmit all the bacteria they picked up.
The criteria flutter 200 times in one second, and I can cover seven kilometers in one hour.
They reproduce easily and quickly. One pair of flies can hatch more than a million streams in a few weeks. The female lays eggs from June to October for the sixth time in her life, between 100 and 150 pieces. After three to five days, the insects that take on the reproductive act three days after birth will hatch!
Why do flies like you to be so annoying?
Regardless of whether we are in the sun or in the shade, flies never give us peace and constantly follow us.
The French site "Atlantico" was asked by an expert because it is systematically beautiful for people.
"It's not that systematic. Some flies will just be flying around us. You can get mineral salts, especially sodium, present on our skin and in our nose, and even in tears. Some flies add urine and feces, which will also to be a sardine mineral, announced Emauel Delfos of the Natural History Museum in Paris.
Their other motive is laying eggs: flies land on people to lay eggs in their wounds. When asked if certain allies in the Southern Worm attract flies, the French scientist answered that blood is not a product decision.
Some flies can witness little blood, but there is no "ideal blood" for flies, because every person is special, and so is his blood. It's more about smells and warmth. Smells are a key factor. We know, for example, that especially flies attract pregnant women, which is a consequence of hormones that have an "attractive" smell ...
Be ready with the food they landed on him!
Flies are some of the most horrible things in the world: feces, garbage, rotten corpses of animals. Another fact about flies is that they do not chew, but drink their enzymes on food. This development of the temple strengthens it even then. Bacteria and viruses that "stick" to your body can make money, not their enzymatic saliva. It only takes a second for me to put your food on my feet, and the tiny hairs on them carry germs with all those nasty things that were shown to what needs to be penetrated. And since flies transmit diseases, now the diseases of the disease are cholera, dysentery and typhus, it is probably best to avoid eating things that the fly landed on.
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Love statuses
1. You are not in my heart, you are my heart.
2. I live, I admire life,
Suddenly I jump out of life,
And I fall in love
u ... IDIOTAAAAAAAAAAAAA ...
3. If you ever start to miss me, remember I'm not there, not because I don't want to be around you, but because it didn't mean much to you whether I was there or not.
4. More regrettable is he who loses love because of his mind, than he who loses his mind because of love.
5. Love is like a dolphin - bathed in the moonlight in the space of your eyes. So don't lock them up - they say dolphins die in the dark.
6. Everyone is trying to find the right person, and no one is trying to be the right person!
7. Exchange of opinions is a necessary condition for every love, every friendship and every real dialogue.
8. Love comes from friendship ... Let's be friends ...!?
9. Time flies
I'm writing this to you
I love you crazy
And I sigh
With my heart
Sad government
Hey life where are you now
10. Love is a kind of drunkenness. When a man passes the first, second glass, his appetite is opened, he quenches his thirst, and then he pours glass after glass.
11. Of all the truths, the deepest and most enduring are the truths of the heart.
12. Me: I love you!
And she to me: And I don't love you.
Me: And why?
She: Because I adore you!
13. Can one ever forget what was once loved?
14. A boy and a girl can only be friends ... but at some point they will fall in love with each other ... maybe temporarily ... maybe at the wrong time ... maybe too late ... but maybe forever ...
15. I love you, I love you, why should I hide, from your lips, and drink poison ...
16. When love is not madness, then it is not love.
17. When I see the radiance in your eyes, when you smile around you, I feel paradise, and when I see a face like yours, I realize that angels still exist.
18. Look at my eyes telling you everything when you're gone, I always think of the worst.
19. Some days I miss you, others I miss you ...
20. I don’t have time to hate people who hate me because I’m too busy loving people who love me.
21. Don't fight too much - the best things happen to us when we don't hope.
22. Do not look at the beauty that will take you, but look at the soul that will love you.
23. If I feel butterflies in my stomach once again ... I'll drink insecticides, my life!
24. Many people can call you by name, but only one person can make it sound special.
25. You are beautiful.
Thanks.
Are you busy?
No, I'm bored.
Not that, but in a relationship?
About what?
Nothing, stay beautiful, bye.
26. Because of you roses smell, because of you birds sing, because of you tears slide down my face ...
Now I know what love is, why the heart hurts ...
IT HURTS BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU ENDLESSLY!
27. Love is when you love, enjoy, laugh, quarrel, disagree, cry, get angry, reconcile, differentiate, do not separate ...
When you are PERFECTLY IMPERFECT ...
But, when you look into your eyes, you realize that you would not change a single SINGLE THING ...
Because that is true love!
28. There is nothing more beautiful than what begins by chance and ends well.
29. Live for those moments that you cannot describe in words.
30. Organ transplantation successfully performed ...
I gave her a heart and got a leg ...
31. Does the message arrive to you in the morning:
Good morning my love!
Not to me ...
32. We do not have to wait for heaven to see Paradise.
Paradise exists on Earth, when you meet good people ...
Clear bright eyes and a clear heart ...
33. You will not recognize a real man with whom you will last by appearance, diploma, intelligence.
You will recognize the right one by the way he holds your hand, how he loves you, how he hugs you - neither too hard to catch your breath, nor too weak to disappear without a trace.
The real one keeps you just the way you should be, to know whose you are.
34. And it doesn't matter who you love, who you sleep with, who you wake up with, when you walk, or who you buy a gift for Valentine's Day, or when you call love, or when you get ready to go out, who you hold hands with, you talk 24 hours .
The only important thing in this world is when you think of it when you see an empty space next to you. Not with whom others remember you, but with whom you remember yourself.
That counts.
35. Without my children the house would be clean, my wallet would be full, but my heart would be empty ...
36. In the first moment, I lose my strength, because I see the most beautiful in the city!
37. Today's connections are like Chinese firecrackers ...
You don't even know when it's going to explode!
38. True love is when you eat your kebabs and she gives you another half of her estimate ...
39. Tonight think of me, this heaven has a strange power.
Maybe I’ll create myself next to you and kiss you goodnight.
40. It's not up to you, it's up to me ... I deserve better!
41. Money is like a woman: in order to save it, you have to deal with it, otherwise it will make others happy.
42. If you love someone because of beauty, it is not love, it is desire.
If you love someone because of intelligence, it is not love, it is admiration.
If you love someone because they are rich, it is not love, it is interest.
But if you love someone and you don't know why, that's love!
43. If a girl likes you, she will behave in a way that will not show it to you.
And that behavior can mean she doesn't like you!
Well, it's simple.
44. Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I take another walk in front of you?
45. Eh that at least love is like volleyball ...
You say MY, everyone backs away!
46. I want you to hug me once,
my lips to kiss,
my feelings to wake up,
I want you to breathe next to me,
and not just messages to write to me.
47. I'm lying on the bed, I'm writing you a message, it's so hard for me, I can't breathe.
Something is squeezing me in my chest because I suffer at night behind your lips !!
48. They taught me that a day has 24 hours, an hour 60 minutes, a minute 60 seconds.
But no one ever told me that one second without you lasts an eternity !!!
49. Some people stand on your shoe and apologize, and some run over your heart and you don't even notice ...
50. When I tell you that I love you, never let me repent for it ...
51. To love someone, not to be with him,
it is the same as being doomed, not being guilty.
It's hard to love and love to hide,
cry in your soul, and be smiling!
52. The night has fallen, the day has gone out, you are not by my side, but come to my dream.
My hands are looking for you, my heart is calling you, I miss the love of this night ...
53. Never look for something perfect to love it, you will be in danger of dying without love.
Love something that is not perfect and make it perfect with your love!
54. Every guy will say he loves you, and only the right one will prove it!
55. Lovers desperately love each other today, just as they may desperately hate each other tomorrow.
And they freeze for no real reason, just as they fell in love for no real reason.
56. If you are not ready to fall in love with her, don't let her fall in love with you ...
57. The most valuable are those people because of whom, when you remember them, you smile for no reason.
58. Do you expect fidelity?
BUY A DOG!
59. I don't know how to speak English, but I love French ...
60. In order for a woman to love you as a woman, you must love her as a man.
61. Secret relationships are the best ... Nobody knows, nobody interferes!
62. I dream of you, you are in my thoughts, I cry for you, every minute that I count without my strength without you. It seems to me that you are here ...
I hear your smile, your voice seems to me, it's not like it's not something between us ...
63. Don't forget what you want, never say what you feel, save what you love.
64. Find the heart that will love you when you are worst and the hands that will guard you when you are weakest.
65. When you have love it's a little ... When you lose it ... you know you lose everything!
66. Love me, I will love you!
Kiss me, I'll kiss you!
Cheat on me, I'll kill teee !!!
67. A man has conquered a woman not when he sleeps with her, but when she cannot sleep without him.
68. They betrayed me so many times that I already feel like a studio apartment!
69. Love resists the time that takes everything.
He who truly thinks that love is fleeting has never truly loved.
70. We didn't get what we wanted,
we will remember the day we met.
Do not touch the past, do not live from it,
don't touch, but say: WE ARE BOTH GUILTY ...
71. Tonight while the dew washes the grass, while the sun secretly dreams of the day.
Tonight while everyone is dreaming of paradise, I am dreaming of you and your embrace.
72. Why do we close our eyes when we cry? When do we dream? When do we pray? When do we kiss?
Because we know that we cannot see the most beautiful things, but we feel them with our heart!
73. What is the difference between women aged 7, 17, 27 and 37?
She goes to bed with a fairy tale at 7.
You drag the 17-year-old into bed with a fairy tale.
The 27-year-old is a fairy in bed.
She of 37 says: Don't tell me fairy tales, let's go to bed!
74. I want a person who comes into my life by accident and stays on purpose.
75. They asked the old man:
What is more important, to love or to be loved?
He replied:
What is more important to a bird? Left or right wing?
76. Which women are the most beautiful and most desirable?
The ones you leave angry at and can't wait to get back to her.
77. She: Who do you like?
He: What a fool ... To you?
She: Some idiot ...
He: Okay, come on, I have to go now.
She: Good night, idiot!
He: Good night, fool!
78. I would like to go back to the time when I first met you, to turn around and go the other way ...
79. Men always bring happiness ...
First you are happy with them, and later you are happy without them.
80. I like when you call me even when we have nothing to talk about, it's nice to know that I at least occasionally go through your thoughts, because lately you've become quite familiar with mine ...
81. I without you as Gargamel without the Smurfs.
82. You do not know that I still cry at night, you do not know that I see love ONLY IN YOUR eyes, you do not know that I still only think of YOU, and that I cannot even think of a life without you! But now you know all that and even that I STILL love you madly and it's not that I can't, but I DON'T want to get over you! I live for you, FOREVER .. Your Forever !!
83. And yes, she was one of those who do not fall in love. Everyone liked such an untouchable, she didn't care. She didn't know how to love, she couldn't. Maybe because they hurt her too? Or did she still watch others get hurt, so she just didn't want to be in their place? She liked many, but she did not like. Never. No, she didn't wait. She knew there was nothing wrong with that. It's a waste of effort. When it is not judged, it is not. She didn't even cry. She had no need. She had a heart of stone. She kept going. She never lingered. And it was easier for her. They didn't hurt her. She was weird. Neither happy nor sad. Operated by every emotion.
84. I don't give a damn about you
I won't let you touch me,
let me threaten
just don't let them touch you
by grace or force
I won't give it to anyone ...
85. I fall in love like a horse, and then I am surprised that he is riding me ...
86. It is very easy to love me if you know how to suffer.
87. I'm not afraid of smart women, they turn off their brains anyway when they're in love ...
88. Just a little space in your heart is enough for me.
If you don't have it, please kick someone out!
89. Everyone told me to forget you, but no one said how!
90. Never expect, do not anticipate and do not ask yourself ... Just let it happen, if it is destined, it will happen.
91. Let's divide the world like this:
The sky to you - the stars to me,
Sun to You - light to me,
the sea to you - waves to me !!!
No, it's better like this: everything to you, and you to me ...
92. I’m not perfect, I make mistakes, sometimes I hurt people, but when I say I’m sorry, I really mean it!
93. The brain is a superior organ ...
She works 24 hours a day, 365 days a year from birth until you fall in love.
94. Good looks fade, but a good heart makes you beautiful forever.
95. You can close your eyes so that you don't see what you don't want to see, but you can't close your heart to what you don't want to feel ...
96. If you can't be a good pencil to draw someone's happiness, then be a good eraser to erase someone's sadness ...
97. For those whose hands are always cold, those persons are rare, beautiful, self-confident, stubborn, and once they enter the heart, it is difficult to get rid of them!
98. When you miss one person, one hug, one kiss, one smile ... that you still won't get.
99. Every girl's dream is to have a boyfriend who will love her without makeup, in a tracksuit, a boyfriend to whom she will be the most beautiful and best, even when she is angry and
nervous, a boyfriend who won’t ruin her day and make her cry.
Most girls just want a normal person and a little attention.
100. She asked him:
Do you love me?
He said:
Not...
She asked him:
Have you ever loved me?
He said coldly:
Not...
She started crying, she ran away from him. He ran after her and after a while he caught up.
He took her hand, wiped away her tears, looked her straight in the eye and said to her:
Among other things, I ate your best friend.
101. You who have the most beautiful eyes.
Let the wind carry all my words to you.
He loves you for a month instead of me.
You dream of a warm starry night, and I will dream of your eyes.
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Market
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Palette
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Colors
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Housing
Form
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Making
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Software
Operational
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Services
Google Assistant
Screen
Type
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Dimensions
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Resolution
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Illumination
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Camera
Main
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Selfie
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Macro
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Wide
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A joke of the day
Cooling fan
An angel went to God. They enter a room full of clocks.
The angel asked God:
- "What do you need so many watches for?"
And to this God will:
- "For each state one hour and when someone in a state curses God that hour for that state moves by one minute."
The angel looked around and finally asked:
- "And where is your watch for Bosnia and Herzegovina?"
God:
- "Here in the room it serves as a fan."
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Sometimes I wonder what is the meaning of some people and the situations that life sets me up for? Why did something hurt me, what will be the result (or consequence) of an event
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21 poetry Antun Gustav Matoš
DATE PLACE
BORN June 13, 1873 Factory
DIED March 17, 1914 Zagreb
Antun Gustav Matoš was a Croatian poet, novelist, columnist, essayist, travel writer.
In Zagreb, where his family settled soon after his birth, Antun Gustav Matoš attended primary school and grammar school. After unfinished high school, his attempt to study at the Military Veterinary Faculty in Vienna failed. He gave up the civic vocation and devoted himself entirely to writing and music.
As a writer, Antun Gustav Matoš appeared in the short story The Power of Conscience in 1892, which, along with Leskovar's Thought of Eternity, announced modernity and was the central figure of Croatian modernism. As a poet he appears relatively late when he has already formed himself as a person and a writer. He wrote poems under the influence of Baudelaire and French poets.
The following year (1893) he was drafted into the army, but in 1894 he deserted and had to leave Croatia, and went to Belgrade. In Belgrade, Antun survived in various ways, playing the cello and writing articles first for "Brothers" by Janko Veselinović, then for Sarajevo's Nada. He also wrote reviews of the theatrical and musical life of Belgrade, he also wrote reviews of stories and novels that were published at the time.
At the beginning of 1898, Antun Gustav Matoš stayed briefly in Munich, Vienna and Geneva, and then went to Paris, where he remained for five years. The Paris period was decisive in the formation of his aesthetic principles. He became thoroughly acquainted with the latest artistic movements, and his experiences with the poetry of Ch. Baudelaire, the French Parnassians and the Symbolists. In those five years he also wrote much of his fictional prose.
God. In 1904, Antun Gustav Matoš returned to Belgrade, where he remained until his final return to Zagreb in 1908, when he was pardoned. During his second stay in Belgrade, two more books were published in Croatia (Ogledi, 1905; Vidici i putovi, 1907). During this period he began to write poems, which he published in various newspapers and magazines, but this part of his opus was published only posthumously.
Finally, in 1908, after a thirteen-year absence from Croatia, Matoš was pardoned and definitely returned to Zagreb. In 1911 and 1913 he traveled to Italy - the first time to Florence, and the second time to Rome, where he wrote his last work, Roman Feuilletons. Living in Zagreb, Antun Gustav Matoš nurtured a bohemian lifestyle, surviving as a professional writer and journalist, constantly in need. At that late stage, he quarreled with all literary and political options in Croatia - in 1909 he resigned from the Pure Party of Rights and publicly parted ways with Josip Franko, polemicized with the Progressives and pro-Yugoslav currents, and as a consistent Starčevićan and anti-clerical fought against the Catholic segment of Croatia. literature and clerical currents in law, and in the 1910s he mostly hung out with young writers (Tin Ujević, Vladimir Čerina, etc.).
Antun Gustav Matoš died of throat cancer, due to wrong treatment (he was treated for a tumor instead of cancer), leaving behind about twenty volumes of collected works printed only in 1973.
1.May 19, 1907
Like Petrarch Laura, I dreamed of you this morning
Within the ancient pious portal,
The flag of your student shone above your head,
Oh, it's not a sleigh, it was a crazy sleigh!
Exile, I hid in the crowd,
A tear fell on my sleeves,
When the Greek bells wept with happiness
And the student flag with the cap fluttered.
You in the church, I - like a beggar swearing outside,
Because every cop could catch me…
Our forty-eighth days are terrible!
It's all harder to be a free Croat,
That is why the sad one wanders through other people's soil without a path,
Like the sound of a bell wandering through the woods.
2.1909
On the gallows. Dry as a stick.
On the prisoner's wall. The wall of shame.
Beneath it is a black crime pit,
murder place, dark as fornication.
I saw that lap somewhere in the country,
because that's the face my mom has,
and similar eyes some beautiful lady:
The road seduced me to a beautiful place!
And instead of her I jumped into the fatal hole
and I wet myself with her bloody sweat
my cheeky cheek like tears.
Because they hang my Croatia,
like a thief, while her name is erased,
for the will I do not know to whom, a bundle in ropes!
3.Acta Apostolorum
She met up to two monks,
One to Rome, the other to Constantinople,
The first rutav ko u hodže bunda,
Another shaves his beard like an actor.
They came to the inn, so you nice
These two pregnant saints are having dinner,
After the meat hits the winch,
Remembering cards and aces.
There, because of the embers, they step on the dispute
Who at some Council of Nicaea,
The guests are already mixing in the quarrel,
So they fight against the codicil.
A holy religious quarrel is made,
Ršum, rusvaj, dogmatic soup,
And in the hustle and bustle fill to the brim
With someone else's food is a friar's bag.
Birtash bloody, shattered jars,
Mlati where the thickest mob is,
And in the scream of the last judgment
They both slipped into the fog of the saint.
They couldn't pay, of course,
The apostles did not pay:
One to Rome, the other to Constantinople,
While the innkeeper prays to God for them.
4.Allegory
From Zenit to Nadir
Striving dragon hat,
A skeptic plays on the wing,
Skeleton, quiet wedding.
With a tear, which is a lyre
Weeping of the world woe,
The victims of all idols are snoring,
Hook human fall.
Hoof, and sparkles,
Carries fresh blood:
It's like a worm under it
Greek vice, once a virgin,
While Hippogriff, Lightning, hits
From Nadir to Zenit.
5.Archiloch
Mrs. Hera as Xanthippe whines,
Frajla Psiha Kupidona loves,
Aphrodite's soldiers are kind,
Virginity Diana prays.
Athens is too much for me,
Nymphs love - you know! - cowboys,
I'm not such a crazy bena after all,
To go to the pigsty because of the fairies.
All from Olympus so beautiful ladies
Il su bèzect, il se kao Vesta
Relationships with the dead are ashamed,
Well, that's how I, unfortunate, disappear.
Any hope for protectorates
What pure muses and beautiful goddesses:
These women with a better world are thrashing,
The poet only beats hawthorns for them.
6.Adventures
Above the doge's house
The mild moon is already fading,
And out of the misty darkness
The slave pulls the slave strong
Over the lead roof,
Our sign in Arjost,
That he would have exactly that day
Help God, or death, or the devil.
In front of the guard, the fog,
While Duvna is like a dream
She thought of that day
Which won't come back again,
Because a new love is already waiting
Let Casanova come to her.
7.Ballad
When I first saw her
Failed senor,
He said to me: - Look at the gypsy!
He came in the choir.
There will be a sweet sun and life like fruit,
I found the buddy my heart wants! -
Dolores, wonderful Dolores!
We immediately unite in unison
Our adventures,
Living off carefree
Like a synecdoche.
The most beautiful was the ancient one in Laten,
Because of her, I smashed a pumpkin to an English jerk -
Dolores, wonderful Dolores!
She served as a model
Instead of me,
Because the waiter, the old God,
For the bohemian old
Who for a field lily and a sparrow in the air.
Why, Dolores, leave me in the dark -
Dolores, why, Dolores?
He once said, "That's enough,"
I'm fed up with you, Dude.
Comedy is not needed,
Newspapers, gendarmes! -
I fell, because he said, and I murmured like a leper,
Dolores, wonderful Dolores!
Two or three years pass
Like three philistines,
I find it in the paper,
Famous with the Minister,
Her. In the blood. At night. Like a lamb: Dolores!
She was slaughtered by a swindler. Suspect. The seas!
Dolores, wonderful Dolores!
I see her - like the first time! -
Eyes - two emeralds,
Such beauties
He didn't look at Baghdad,
We didn't have Lovlas, or Juan, or Paris!
Damn you - damn your killer Paris -
Dolores, wonderful Dolores!
Love pain is the greatest,
Free, ah, sorry:
I'm the biggest culprit,
If your bones
Torn crying in the ice of the hospital,
A place to be anointed by the hands of your king -
Dolores, Dolores, Dolores!
8.The Ballad of the Sunflower
Some conte, otherwise a prince
He was left in the sword without money,
So the conte uzo mali conto,
I mean some aconto,
Going on a near and far journey:
Dear Prince, I wish you a happy journey!
The road was not dangerous and long,
But the count must already be coldat long,
Well the conte is white from the world
Came with the drama of the sunflower,
How to report (former Bell), South,
Because of the advertising contu good friend.
The sunflower is a yellow and ugly flower,
The Oscar that was Wilde's world,
For it is as yellow as gold, as a ducat,
Yellow as a tree and director Dukat,
Yellow as envy, China, Japan, sin,
Yellow as yellow painted laughter.
Conte was a snob with this flower,
Old fashioned Wilde's edge,
Well for the old fashion conte walks
When he wants to lead us by the nose,
Going into a suspicious world
To bring Damin's sunflower.
Than conte for our nice penny
He brought us something new yet,
Well from the land of all kinds of nuncios
He brought us something from D’Annunzio,
Which now celebrates various cannons
And pirates, Roman thieves,
Vojnović's character from Venice
(Who from the pen of some Pecija)
He remembers our smiling eye
One book, called Il Fuoco,
Where the novel is in the middle of Venice
He was a bluff of indiscretion.
But what will you do: conte is not guilty
That Barnum is still alive today,
Well, from the glorious prince's pen
A dramatic novel by a hotelier is running,
A novel that the Boy loves
When he sniffs at someone else's chic.
God knows which literary city
He found the due conte now
The pumping point of his yellow drama
And the attraction of his yellow lady?
If the Prince had asked me,
I wouldn't read those yellows!
9.Fable
All the poultry gathered at the prelo:
Neighbor fox fucks the nation!
They decided to send him boldly
- As always - deputation.
Deputies left the village,
He formed a delegation,
They came to the statesman's seat,
She handed him the declaration.
The master - as always - the company
Slaughter and prepare a snack
All without words and without agreement,
While the parliament stated,
That the neighbor was embarrassed
Violating the clear meaning of the contract.
10.Madman
Drew Pishti Posilovic
Your face, woven from the soul,
As the planet shines when this darkness dies,
And your wives are whole and gentle
It wipes away the tears that suffocate me at night.
Tyrants, demons, evil souls,
I'm guessing your magic trail in vain!
I only know that your spherical voice, dear and gentle,
He could hardly hear the harp from the sky.
Who are you, what are you? My genius, chimera,
Hermaphrodite, the muse of Helicon,
Tribada, conflict, incubation or heterosexuality?
When you look at me, madonna,
My hunger eternal tantalum pears,
The beauty is dumb, the weaving of my soul!
11.The Virgin and the Donor
Pinturicchio
Like a page under the queen's throne,
Similar to the peace of the penitent candle,
Fighting satiated with lewd Babylon,
Eager paradise in the picture at least to acquire,
Folding his arms in front of the pulpit
In the ecstasy of prayer without words,
Sandor VI, Pope, under Madonna
In a robe full of radiant he kneels.
But also this endowment painting
Brekće with the foam of Borgia's Bull,
Dull eyes are friendly,
The virgin will be solved by a sweet face,
The waist and clothes of the papal concubine,
The Witch of Julia Farnese.
12.Canticum Canticorum
I don't know what you are, a shadow or a woman,
I don't know what you are, joy or sorrow,
I don't know what you are, cloud or rainbow,
I don't know what you are, a woman or a shadow.
In your eye, the eye of the holy muses,
Everything is afraid of the abyss as deep as sin,
The red fruit trembles like laughter,
An eternal tear shines in your eye.
At the crossroads - like Ezekiel
Curse of the woman who offers herself - you stand,
In the embrace of another you sweat,
Like a psalm black, like a white lily.
Oh, what are you, say it! Devil or child?
What? A riddle or a riddle?
You are the beginning of my end -
Like bees, thoughts fly around you.
Only your heart yearns for gold,
You - the devil's daughter of the scarlet Saron,
Your beauty is worth millions,
And the old man runs to you like he runs to Suzana.
You have freshness, the Greek smell of the sea,
Under the bosom of the sphinx you hide the nest of the serpent,
Who cherub thy sensuality laughs,
When you separate my vampire, who must.
When I look at those insatiable passions,
That naked laughter that irritates like a dagger,
That temple that the lie has raised to a vile lie,
That shame that the deeper it can no longer fall:
For the rod, I whip like a poor man,
Desiring to strip you of the silk mud,
So to torture you, run over you, beat you
Like a cowardly drunkard,
But strength fails me like a dog
In the shamelessness of your trail you lead,
And when you walk in my heart, in my heart
And you’re still laughing, watching it all!
Damn you are my blessings,
You are the blessing of all my curses,
You are the dedication and the goal of every means
And the crazy meaning of my crazy letter.
I have already given you health and wealth,
I gave you everything: a moaning conscience,
With a bag I gave my soul and honesty,
So when I hug you, I like black Friday.
There's nothing more you can do,
You destroyed me like a war,
You defiled me in the shame of gold,
And now, Kirko, you won't even let me die.
Anathema to you, damn me!
When I saw the sky, I saw again,
Because of you, woman, I cried for the first time,
Damn you, you're so sweet to me!
And I came again, to me like a dog
On a cobweb of passionate lace you lead,
To trample mine, you sell your heart
And you're having fun watching it all.
I don't know what you are, a woman or a hyena.
I don't know what you are, cloud or rainbow,
I don't know what you are, joy or sorrow,
I don't know what you are, a shadow or a mermaid.
13.Capriccio
I saw, I dreamed - anyway:
In the midst of a palace full of glory, wine,
Gigot, costume, harlequin,
A wonderful miracle, a wonderful child,
Worthy of the king's first son,
Under the scarlet canopy
It shines like a biblical lily -
Next to her the sun would be miserable!
Silk on it, heavy crinoline,
As in the portrait of our saint
(Namely Rodrigo Velázquez),
So while the bass and violin are raging,
Nobody knows - scandal and embarrassment! -
That under the skirt someone is hiding ža paža.
14.Magic Flute
It has always played on my soul
Musician satire, naked, pariah,
So when he plays, who from the piano
Utopia rises, dream, Icaria.
Oh how harmoniously the wire of the heart touches
That spirit with the hatred of all barbarians!
Like the September ecstasy of orgy butter
A golden aria clicks to the grave.
Close your eyes, rest your head
On my chest, sweet baby, so,
And listen to the heart, where it rings in rhythm
Our beautiful novel turbulent and slow.
Close your eyes! Orpheus has already arrived,
And behind him a poppy in bloom, love, Morpheus.
15.Guardian
For the ancient curse oppresses that chimney,
No one in the family is strong anymore,
Every glow has long since faded,
In the empty sky a sign of despair;
The fairies left the grove a long time ago,
The contagious air is swamped with fear,
Altars let kuna barren May,
A vampire of darkness yawns on soul and earth.
Through the silent night only one awake voice
A vile trail is watching the thief,
And fearing there, he defends the holy threshold.
Oh home! When everyone left you,
In the darkness, where weak dreams break,
It's not just the dog that left you.
16.Wonderful
Cello, flute, oboe and bass,
And at the ball, as at the wave of the moon,
With a cheek of velvet secrets,
Colombina changes a false voice.
Diana's body is not prettier
With rhythms like a hot string
Which twitches terrible from the lagoons,
When life is just Othello's hour.
Where is he from, from Rome, from Paris?
What is, duvna, ghost il marquise,
Or Venus, always ready to lie down?
With mask symbol, Woman and Mermaid,
It reminds me of Poe (… and Montépino!)
With the eye of a cat, a snake and an emerald.
17.Girls Place Toys
Ljerko, my heart, you are a little doll,
but you have no idea of the meaning of the sad sonnets,
chestnuts in front of the house are a target for your spirit,
there are ten more carnivals to your ball.
You wonder, baby. You stopped laughing
this crazy story. Your holy soul
he still does not dream of the summers of mature summers.
You look at me like they're hugging. You mean — it's a joke.
But the evening will come when you will, like Elvira,
Don Juan sieves and fake cavaliers,
remember the melancholy tenderness of this stanza.
My name will be whispered to you by my muse,
and tears will sob in the blue eye
like behind a dead clown behind a disaster.
18.Homeland From Abroad
Published posthumously
Autumn has come! A cold wind is blowing,
Misery beats me desolate in a foreign land,
I have everything left behind for the clouds ’,
There, - there, ah - in the homeland!
Where the city rises under the hill,
- Our glory sign rejuvenated -
There my happiness darkened,
To never branch me again.
Goodbye, father, and you, mother, - goodbye!
Your child is tormented by hunger and misery,
His heart is poisoned by pain,
It's already bursting with huge food!
Goodbye and you, whose wonderful picture
The spirit follows me like a sweet shadow,
Goodbye, Branko! introduced us to flowers,
No luck, no memories left!
Goodbye, heaven! oh, yes this flutter
Bring my tears to you,
To create them with a pearly greeting
And in your black bosom shakes!
Goodbye, Branko! Honey! without you we
Death is this horrible burial,
And freedom in that foreign country
It's harder for me than slavery!
Goodbye, fields and valleys,
Parish mounds and cliffs,
Dense forests, grape vineyards!
Goodbye and you, Adriatic Sea!
God! When will my thirsty breasts
Get drunk on Croatian air ?!
Homeland! When will your sun
To warm Your faithful son?
The day will come, - oh, before my soul
The son of the sword of Zvonimir flashes,
Rifles hum, flags flutter,
When I hear cannon thunder and crash!
The day will come! Oh, so will I.
Rush home with a brave foot,
But until then - goodbye, dear home,
Croatia, oh wonderful mother, goodbye!
19.Doña Muerte
There in the distance stands the old town,
Glitzy like Toledo, great like Granada:
Eternal monastery shade in the streets,
Eternal twilight reigns over the palaces of sorrow.
Nobody anywhere… Just a pirate, handsome and young,
He is waiting under the gazebo, hoping for something.
But where is Inez? Grave misery everywhere:
The Inquisitor of the Great Death is the ruler of the city.
Where are you, where are you, Inez? - The hero wanders, wanders,
Wander, wander and wander with thoughts without a path
Until he finds, finally, somewhere in the crypt - New.
A nasty skeleton screams in infant silk,
The yellow worm in the stench of the heart roars rottenly:
Out of horror, Juan is already lying on the ground.
20.Two Centaurs
With the soul of a sorcerer, with the magic of Chiron,
Centaur, Parip with the fire of Phoebus,
A dryad, a woman, a nymph lurks,
Eager for white Amazons.
From the spring-water of the blue Helicon,
From the measure of the seven doors of Thebes
All the way to Father Jesus and Heaven
Passion cries out to the demigod bon.
With the heart of a zebra, with the mind of an ungulate,
Abderit (though not a child of a mare,
Our centaur!) Like grandma climate old,
While the fairies of our days, the flowers of Ilica,
They open their jaws in honor of Mulc
And they regret not getting it by their husband.
21.Elegy
Down narrow, and wide up -
You already know, it's a new fashion,
It used to be wide,
Now it is fashionable to walk small:
It will happen to many young geese
That it will fall because of the zippers.
When it's slippery, someone has to fall,
Graceful fall is in vogue;
So be careful when you are born, because you would
What kind of hornbeam could hurt you:
It's dangerous on a pile of snow, too,
When a dangerous colleague is near.
I don't know if the new fashions are to blame
What guys are poorly married today,
Young people today love everything,
But he doesn't care much for us,
Saying they're just bene,
Which today, at a high price, women.
Blessed is he who is blind
She gave a full bag and a fortune.
When you are nice, educated, beautiful,
But when you don't have enough capital,
You will stay in the dew, because only bene
They take women without a dowry.
And men? Which are worth anything
They are usually "black" and without fillers,
Others again, zucchini over water,
They're playing fake cavaliers,
So who hurried our prey
Tickets, pubs, debts and women.
Civilians usually stick
Like some future ministers,
Not knowing that we know well
That they are quite ordinary philistines
They only know how to fall into a mess
Stomach when spoiled have.
Bail because officers are looking for,
They think they're very - very expensive,
As if love is a pound of meat
What money can buy.
God forbid you buy money
Today-tomorrow officer kûpīm.
When I look at how things stand
Critical in every sense today,
I must say for sure that it is evil
For men, and even worse for us,
So I'd like to go to the convent
When I can’t be the middle sex.
Down narrow, and wide up,
The narrow zipper is now fine fashion,
But that will soon be over,
And crinoline will come into vogue,
So the balloon will become a miss
Which is now similar to an umbrella.
21 Poetry Antun Branko Šimić
Biography
Antun Branko Šimić was a Croatian poet, essayist, critic and translator.
Antun Branko Šimić was born in Drinovci in Herzegovina in the family of Vida and Martin Šimić. He attends elementary school in his native Drinovci. Antun Branko Šimić is finishing three grades of the Franciscan Classical Gymnasium in Široki Brijeg. After Široki Brijeg, he enrolled in the fourth grade of the high school in Vinkovci. In the eighth grade, in 1917, he dropped out of school due to the publication of the literary magazine Vijavica in Zagreb, and started the literary magazine Juriš in 1919 under the influence of the expressionist newspaper Der Sturm. In 1923, he started a third magazine, Književnik.
In literature, Antun Branko Šimić appeared in 1913 with the Winter Song (magazine Luč). At the time when he started Vijavica, Šimić turned partly to the expressionist understanding of art and presented his poetics in his programmatic texts, published in Vijavica and Juriš. During his lifetime, he published only the collection of the Transfiguration (1920), in which he partly collected poems that had already been published in periodicals. With this collection, Antun Branko Šimić introduced himself to the readers as a distinct avant-garde artist, who builds his verses on the basis of the astonishment of the world, and regardless of the rules of the traditionally established linguistic and formal structure of poetry.
After a severe pneumonia, in 1924 he contracted tuberculosis and tried to be treated in Dubrovnik and Cavtat, and in 1925 he returned to Zagreb, where he died at the age of twenty-seven. Antun Branko Šimić was buried in the Mirogoj cemetery in Zagreb.
DATE PLACE
BORN November 18, 1898 Drinovci
DIED May 2, 1925 Zagreb
1.20 years
I'm young
I want a life full and stormy
I want a life like God
It's all mine
In the lap of my thoughts everything falls apart
Days
Every day of mine is equal
The sky above your head
Houses of people around me.
Countless people go.
I'm on all the streets.
I smile into all the beautiful eyes of women.
I'm listening
when dresses and movements pass through the air.
Lost
I'm waiting on the corner
to be found by one white hand
and led away from the cold corner
No one ever comes to me.
The women pass
everything sinks to the bottom of the street.
Alone on the corner
zebem.
Mourning.
Fatigue.
The space is dark.
The evening descends into space and into me.
Through the blue evening sky, the yellow stars
Through the blue evening greenish lamps
Music is pouring out of the night houses
into the streets and into me.
I would dance just one dance
I would like to be everywhere
I would like the joy of all people
I would like to kiss the faces of all women.
Looking for
I get a cold look everywhere
I'm a stranger to everyone
o I am a stranger to all, and I am alone
I'm running
away from the last houses of the city.
I wrap myself in the night: in a black and heavy cloak
and crying
I scream in the night black and unknown
The wind carries a scream down the empty street
I can't be alone at night.
Around me my friends.
Red alcohol rustles in front of me.
Let the sad heart sink into the night.
My mother is dreaming
In the dream her hand searches my face through the night.
I'm gone
Red alcohol rustles in my soul.
My sister wakes up in the night
My sister is afraid of the night and me.
Her cry wanders lost in the darkness.
The soft moonlight came
her face is covered with a blue cloak.
Is there another hand looking for me?
Is there another white girl crying for me?
He sings red alcohol to me.
Cold white moonlight wanders outside
Outside, time passes quietly through the night.
My heart dreams at the bottom of the night.
My longing for the bottom of the glass dies.
My heart is dead at the bottom of the night.
At night, the black cloak be good
Wrap my dead heart softly
At night, the black cloak of eternity
Morning
Light
Houses awake open their eyes
White shadows creep up on me
My dark soul hates light
My face is not for the sun and people.
I will never be loved by beautiful women.
Children will run away from me in the morning down the street.
A drunken singer goes singing stumbles.
To see me
the little sister would scream in fright
cried the mother.
Let me go
I will always love my darkness.
Dear place
sister's place
mother's place
Death will kiss my forehead.
Yellow candles will not shine on my death
soft bells will not ring
the mother will not cry.
Cold white stars will shine on my death
My death will be barked by a night dog in the city.
Nothing is mine
I am the game of my God.
I stand alone on the edge of night and all experiences
Behind me lies a black past buried
I am now a dark frontier
I am born
God throw life at me
I am the sea waiting for the red life of the sun in me
God, be Your will
I stand on the edge of my past
I am the dark frontier
My soul trembles
the bride on the first timid blue night.
My soul trembles
in front of You
an endless and secret dark curtain.
2.April
Transfigurations
In the garden under the April sun
the first buds shoot slowly
They play and laugh along the paths
girls
I go in and sit on the bench
to smoke a cigarette
in the prancio
Girls are ashamed to leave toys
who to say:
It's not for us anymore
I smoke
Some rustle close
Hidden behind a bush
he measures me with mute glances
girls
I see how she sometimes goes astray with her hand
and pressed under a light spring suit
heart
Scream!
He saw that they had been discovered
and laughing they fled abruptly before my eyes
for tall shrubs in the garden
3.April Dreaming In Dubrava
I escaped from the black and another city
In the woods, glamorous and full of shade,
To sail under a vit with a scent
I find the past life again and the hours of serenity…
And here I am dreaming of a small and small flute
And I experience light nymphs as a joke.
No nymph, no; they hid in the woods,
Well - maybe - satires kiss happy and chile;
There are no nymphs, just above the forest clearing
Butterflies turn yellow in the sun, which is hot
Tired lawn and leaves and flowers -
It flies a yellow swarm of butterflies, with air, it flies
And I would sleep so sweetly as a child,
Lots of dreams about flying butterflies,
Yes between the leaves and behind the shrubbery
I did not see the familiar face and two dear eyes:
My gold has come after me
The field paths and the grove and the dark forest,
so she is more beautiful to me - my nymph and fairy:
All the splendor and charm and splendor of the blossoming April.
4.Bacteria
I'm being eaten by bacteria
Rotten rotten poor flesh
God, aren't you sorry?
I am a child. God! Child!
Some nights some wine
some flowers hands eyes dark eyes
Now: the ruin of meat disease
bacteria
Nothing
God!
Fiancée what will You
meat that sledge
eyes like two dead black flowers
one child burning to ruin?
The gas fires the dreams of the star
The fiancée of Your fire my dream stars
Dead eyes become in the night
Meat is sprayed into some atoms
Your fiancée, my flesh
Bright, hide your black holy eyes
Listen: the noise is the sound is: it's coming
horror of time:
deep in the night my soul dies
And from the night one Hand comes
insensitive to my soul over things.
5.Without Love
We look at ugliness in each other
the distances of the world are too small to separate us
I feel close to you already because of who you are
and again
so much longing for love
and by uniting as before
Gone is the love (as it already happens)
We know that now
Someone intervened
and someone is squeezing us, pulling us
and we strain helplessly
to return and irreversibly
We are without love
and in vain desires powerless and short
6.It used to be
It was something beautiful and it passed,
- Or it was just a dream -
More beautiful than the stars, more beautiful than the roses
And the smile of mountain fairies.
The nights were moonlit, beautiful,
And full of hot joys.
The gardens were full of scents,
And the roses are blooming white.
There was laughter, long looks,
What do they know but to say,
There was happiness, sighs of sorrow,
And a hymn to the magical May.
She was a soul full of sunshine
And fiery longings, son
Sometimes like the sky a firefly shines
Then he dies and dies.
It used to be. Darkness is everywhere now
And pain, which burns and burns.
It was a dream, it was a story
One fine evening.
7.Blessing
Summer and life!… Sunny gems
It shines with the glow of burnt gold.
Lovely merry nightingales sing;
A new joy of the heart is captured from the song.
As long as everything flourishes so profusely,
They tremble with joy at every tree branch.
Listen! not far from the shout of the multitude of the world
Ori shouted violently: “Hosanna! "Hosanna!"
The azure turns blue like the ocean.
With a cheerful smile of a sumptuous summer,
With a shout of tumultuous joyful world.
The heavens whisper softly Hymn holy:
Let the glory roar up and whirl
"Lord, to You!… Hosanna - Hosanna!"
8.Blessing of the Wheat
The sun shone from the third hill this morning
In dense jets. It's getting hot.
Bright dust floats in thin clouds
Over the whole field and down over the valley.
Under the white tent misnik Mass Mass:
Kazula shines like silver in the sun,
The holy words ring and the sounds of silence are heard
In the whiteness of the day and the light of the air clean.
So when the sound of the bell Raising the java
Two white minstrels resembling two lilies,
The regiment bends… and the ears of the pig have a thin head;
Holy time; just buzzing in the ear silence.
As far as the white cloud from the heights
A face smiles well and eyes are blue,
And two long arms transparent and white
They share blessings with wheat and the people.
9.God And City Afternoon
A young man in a coffee shop all afternoon
thoughts of God
The waiter circles the tables forever
Piccolo - lame - offers cigarettes
and sometimes a hand glows a glowing ear
Faces are gray dull and empty
Two blue-cheeked women laugh
(I guess they are ladies from varietea)
and after grimacing they despise everything
sit down
and call: Cigarettes, Cherry Cobler
On the ceiling faun rutav flute playing
and lures naked nymphs to her
Smoke from tobacco rises more and more into spheres
The cafe hovers colorfully fantastic and woods and dreams
It is already dusk behind the windows
The cafe is a train, it travels and will arrive almost at night
(Night is a station "on the other side")
Bright lights
Chess players wake up from their sleep
The young man is ashamed of the nauseating sweat
He gets up paces as pale as a somnambulist
Behind him, someone shouts: pay!
There is an eternal race on the street
Twilight lights the bell of the people
The young man is standing, he thinks
The young man's brain is bursting into countless pieces
The street flies and where it turns
It's night
thread.
10.God And My Body
The path of my body through the world
What should I sing about my body and about myself?
God is throwing my body away
from bright mornings to the abyss of dark nights
God is throwing my body away
through the torments and joys and passions of the day
into the blue sky of a night's sleep
What should I sing about my body and about myself?
I am the river
I'm running
And somewhere during the day or maybe hours (I don't know)
stands my sea
Oh, when will I arrive?
And when will my pregnant head rest in his lap?
Not!
I'm not going
I'm standing
And days are constantly coming to me
And to me
across the ground, fields of tree houses hills
the sea is coming
insurmountable and immeasurable, heavy sea
11.The God of My Childhood
From my world, where you were a miracle,
you are leaving forever. About what will
of my miracles to stay in the world of other people?
Oh why, my miracle, you will part with me
and be someone just a woman?
What can you be on earth, the star of my sky?
12.God the Torturer
Hatred suddenly enters our souls
- O our crooked lips, torn faces! -
Behind us stands an invisible and cruel God
in the dark
Darkness is his cloak
and his huge invisible body disappeared in the heights
We stick out like trees when the storm passes
Next to us the hours rustle about the suits
In our faces
compassion cuts a gentle and deep laugh of reconciliation
And the dark God turned to light
what is rolling out the spaces
and it rushes wildly to our windows
13.The patient
Autumn afternoon draws on the yard
Rooms with a thin shade of fruit and twigs,
Everything is so beautiful that it makes us dream better
The patient is beautiful on an old bed.
Red reflex some, and with high descends
From somewhere in the garden, her face is caressed,
The yellowish color lights up and burns
For a while, so does the life of the dream go out?
Everything is yellow, oh yellow: the room and the glow of the day
And he lowered a leaning branch to the window;
And the yellow smell to be, that's why they're in the pot
Two yellow marigolds near their end.
So that someone doesn't often come into the room,
Here the old autumn would weave thin nets
I covered myself with the dust of silence and a thin veil with my lap
The patient and hers all night and day.
14.Patient
Transfigurations
My body is sick
and longs for a quiet one hospital
Hospital without forests and without a city
in an empty pale day
A pale day is a reflection of a pale sky
In the dead garden the winter sun walks
We silent monasteries without God
in our white deserted rooms
we forget life
we dream
long sad pale empty our days
Our windows hit sometimes
the cry of dance and the joy of life from the city
- Oh city!
O restlessness powerlessness of our hearts!
Oh we are long gone from life
and we are just our memories!
Only the door of our house opens to death -
For the edge of the earth, the sky collapses
Evening
15.Future
Transfigurations
Because they already were
and everything was already in the first hour
in the infinite view of God reflected
From time: from the deep dark wing of God
continuously into the light surface
coming in the future
In the abyssal eye of God
myriads of future worlds are reflected
16.Bule
Afternoon. In summer. The branches of the vine hide
Yellow refrigerator above the Turkish julienne;
In the refrigerator, yellow bulls laugh
And they drink coffee from colorful finds.
On the table pears - wasps drink sweetness -
And white handkerchiefs and branches of lilac;
Outside comes the sweet breath of the day -
Il peaches ripen somewhere nearby.
Take it easy! Who should see
Those white shadows, which the refrigerator hid!
Only the sun stares through the cracks.
And as long as the water from the fountain is leaking,
They were already dreaming of bubbles in the mist of blue smoke
Closing his eyes like under kisses.
17.Chanson
In your little garden
The fridge is beautiful
Oh, how it smells like spring,
My love.
In your orange garden -
Tanana trees.
Beneath them he sings from a guitar
Song sanana.
Listen, the night is everywhere - it smells,
Easy - easy.
Or my soul sighs,
dear - dear.
I will shadow your madman
love all night
Al, in the morning you will be with the sun
You - lose.
In your little garden
The fridge is beautiful.
Oh, never again - never,
My love.
18.Chanson Triste
They asked me, when I was a child,
Why am I sad forever and my face pale,
Why do my eyes fly into the distance,
When dusk sits on our blue hills.
They asked me, and I stopped silently,
I didn't know a word to say.
They asked me, but now no one else
He neither asks me anything, nor looks at me.
I am everyone in that life and solitude,
I shed tears and sob in the middle of the darkness.
There's just an old woman somewhere,
What a son waiting for a lost son.
19.Flower In The Cafe
Transfigurations
Under wide-brimmed hats, in apart clothes
- in the pockets of the hands and in the souls of secrets
buried deep -
from the winter white night
they enter and rush to their permanent table
Coffee Cigarette Liqueurs
And the hour has come
to get into trouble slowly
Secret fires are burning and burning on their faces
flames flames
Suddenly
all the paths lead them into a dry yellow and infinite emptiness
Where?
The soul begins to hate the soul
and torments
Hidden secrets come out of the souls
With his hands under his heavy heads on the table
shut up
In a vase among them
forgotten
quiet and red
flower of love
burning
20.Cacuga
My parents were human
I carry a certificate of this with me for anyone who would doubt it.
Of gypsum or clay is not my body
But the world has kneaded everything it wants from me
I have changed my shape and face so many times!
In the twenty-fifth summer I realized one wisdom:
I decided to be what I am inside and out
stay in the shape I am in
And so independent, his own, and a man in his place
now I could mix everything I wanted from others
I have always longed for a woman and came to my friend's wife
- I had friends now because I had money -
and I told her desperately about the misfortune that followed me:
I am drawn by women on all sides, I cannot step away from women
Of course, she believed and bonded with me ever since
with his sad looks. But I stayed tough
only later did I give up
A bit later
I kicked a friend out of his house
and I sat alone inside
21.Boat
The silence of the night was everywhere
And full of sorrow, warm peace,
Somewhere just an old piano is whimpering
And a bat wanders through the air,
So resent the sadness - warm peace.
He swims down the silver water
I'm a moonlight boat,
It's like an ostrich dreaming in it,
Where a strange blue flame burns.
Lagacko sails the boat alone.
I stand silently by the shore sto
- Oh, will he ever come back
Driving Happiness? ”I am afraid
Yes, the night will seduce him
And it will never come again…
21 poetry of our Aleksa Šantić
DATE PLACE
BORN May 27, 1868 Mostar
DIED February 2, 1924 Mostar
Biography
Aleksa Santic was a Serbian poet and academic.
He was born in Mostar, to father Risto and mother Mara, where he spent most of his life. His father died in early childhood, so he lived in the family of his uncle Miha called "Adža". Since he lived in a trading family, the family did not have enough understanding for his talent. He finished trade school in Trieste and Ljubljana, then returned to Mostar.
He returned to Mostar from Trieste in 1883 and found an "unusual deadlock" there, which was a consequence of the "recent suppressed Herzegovinian uprising against Austria". At first, Santic was "quite withdrawn", he kept books in his father's shop and read "papers and books that he could find in Mostar". A few years later he began his literary and social work.
Aleksa Šantić created at the turn of two centuries and more than other poets of his generation, he connected the ideological and poetic sufferings of the 19th and 20th centuries. Serbian poets Vojislav Ilić and Jovan Jovanović-Zmaj had the largest share in his poetic maturation, and Heinrich Heine had the most important foreign influence when he translated. Aleksa Šantić reached his greatest poetic maturity between 1905 and 1910, when his most beautiful poems were written. Santic's poetry is full of strong emotions, love sadness and pain and defiance for the socially and nationally disenfranchised people to whom he himself belonged. His muse is at the crossroads of love and patriotism, an ideal darling and a tormented people.
In 1907, Mostar elected him "as one of its four representatives" for the first assembly of the People's Organization. In 1908, Aleksa Šantić "began to get seriously ill, first from kidney stones, and then, after World War II, from toboparalysis." the mood of the Serbian government, as it will repeat in 1912, at the beginning of the Balkan War. " He bought a villa in 1910 in Borci near Konjic, where he lived in 1913 when the Austro-Hungarian authorities expelled him from Mostar.
During the First World War, he was imprisoned as a hostage and "in a repeated lawsuit" accused of his songs. After the end of the war, he was elected a member of the Serbian Board in Mostar.
Patriotic poetry is the poetry of the homeland and the home hearth ("My homeland"). In some of her most moving songs, Aleksa Šantić sings about the suffering of those who leave their homeland forever and go to another world ("Stay here", "Bread"). Santic emphasizes suffering and martyrdom as the most important moments in the historical destiny of the Serbian people ("We know the destiny").
Aleksa Šantić's love poetry developed under the strong influence of the Muslim love song, sevdalinka. The ambience of his love songs is the ambience of gardens, beharas, hammams, fountains. The girls who appear in them are adorned with necklaces, they are fabulous and challenging but still hidden beauties. Such is the song "Emina", and the spirit of that song is so affected that the song entered the people and is sung as a sevdalinka and only a few know that Šantić wrote it. In love songs, the most common motif is longing. The poet observes all his loved ones from the sidelines, so the longing usually grows into sadness due to unfulfilled love and the failure of men's life.
His most famous songs are: "Emina" (1903), "Don't believe" (1905), "Stay here" (1896), "Pre-holiday evening" (1910), "What's wrong with you?" (1897), "Evening at school" "(1904)," Oh my ears "(1910)," My homeland "(1908).
Santic was one of the founders of the cultural newspaper "Zora" as well as the president of the Serbian Singing Association "Gusle". There he met and hung out with famous poets of that time: Svetozar Ćorović, Jovan Dučić, Osman Đikić ... He was elected a corresponding member of the Serbian Royal Academy on February 3, 1914.
Aleksa Šantić died on February 2, 1924 in her native Mostar from the then incurable disease, tuberculosis.
1.If you want
If you want to dawn
I sing you my songs,
oh don't run away from the window
let me see your face!
If you want me to sing to you
about the sun's warm glow,
oh look at me
beautiful, dear paradise!
If you want me to sing to you
that quiet ostrich darling,
develop your thick hair -
fragrant soft silk!
If you want me to sing to you
the smell of a wonderful primrose,
oh, spread your breasts white -
to inhale the scent of flowers!
Or if you want my song
about the source of lush sweetness,
walk, walk on my chest,
to kiss your rotten lips! ...
2.Christmas Eve
Evenings of the world, do I want you too?
to celebrate with a song of joy and happiness?
In my eye, behold, a tear shines,
and my wounds are getting bigger.
Your golden campaign and poor man,
and see God in these hours;
Above me only darkness November ships,
and beats the soul with new unrest.
I am in an empty room, like the shadow of a voucher,
inside I hear the sound of funeral bells
and I squeeze my heart miserably and cowardly.
Evenings of the world, come! Quiet, quiet!
Because no one is waiting for you here anymore -
all my darlings fell asleep a long time ago.
3.Longing
Where are you? ... I'm standing at the window
Leaning his forehead against the glass ... Everything is asleep ...
A bright night, as if through my windows
your blonde hair is slowly rustling ...
In these times of stars and dreams
I came to your garden;
He smelled lilac and called,
and the dark cypress bent over you.
In these hours you were a rose,
I butterfly was what falls on a flower;
Ah, your hair, eyes, dear laughter,
and your body and beauty young
Describe me ... We were in heaven,
sweet apples picking from branches ...
As the nightingale sings and the stars shine
and the scent of lilac wafts.
But everything passed ... Like an apple tree without dew
I'm dying now and I'm standing in longing ...
Night, bright, like silk your hair
it rustles slowly through my windows.
4.Hey Cavalry
Hey faithful cavalry, hey my wing,
where the age is that, where they are given
when was the heart full of rahatluk ?!
Like a light wind that chases the clouds,
you wore your master for a long time
in the morning and in the evening when the sun goes down ...
Everywhere I picked julas and bunches of behar,
my happiness was nowhere to be found -
everything from Banja Luka to Mostar!
Do you know those hours? ... The late sun is warming,
the tops of the minarets like fire above,
and everywhere from the garden the smell of jules wafts.
We vomit from the hunt, from the mountain,
and she stands on the demir-pangers
more beautiful than dinner and sabah-dawn ...
He's waiting for me ... He looks, and counts the hours
when I pass ... And I, when I was close,
I would send her greetings to my kuburlija ... '
And the one from the pan, Jul and Behar Mio
it would spill quickly, and like snow on me
soft flakes fell ti'o,
It was as if the sevdah themselves were silent ...
oh, how much sun there was then! ...
And now? ... Cloudy clouds and darkness everywhere ...
Hey faithful cavalry, hey my wing! ...
5.Elegy
Why are you calling me secretly
when my soul quietly dreams?
And why your eye is bright
great sorrow and grief hides?
Why do you call me through the night,
and what does your poor heart want?
I have nothing to give you,
oh, I am a desolate ashes.
Everything I had I gave,
unbelievably cold my love, -
Everything I called my treasure:
youth and fire of his soul.
So why are you dreaming of me,
what are you doing here in the dead?
This is a cold, cold hand
which sometimes throws at those roses.
Let me go! Let go and don't die!
let me last like this for days,
until my heart burns,
until my soul betrays me.
6.Emina
Last night, when I came back from the warm hammam,
I passed by the garden of the old imam;
When there, in the garden, in the shade of jasmine,
Emin stood with a jug in his hand.
Me as it is, desolate! So my faith,
she would not be ashamed if she were with the sultan!
Even when he is walking and moving his shoulders ...
- Not even the hodja's record will help me anymore! ...
I called her selam. Al 'moga mi dina,
he won't even hear the beautiful Emina,
but into the silver jug she swept the waters
so they watered the jules in the garden;
The wind blew from the branches and let them down his shoulders
unravel those thick braids for her,
smells like hyacinth blue,
and I have a bururet in my head!
I didn't stumble a little, my dune,
but the beautiful Emina does not come to me.
She only looked at me grimly once,
nor haje, alčak, what a church for him '! ...
7.Where is Mnidjah
Where I thought it was
fragrant flower -
There's a poisonous plant,
there's a basement ...
Where I thought they were
sources of virtue -
They are poisonous springs,
poisonous bitterness.
In what heart I thought
that the heat of justice is smoldering -
That heart is desolate,
blue coward.
What a soul I held
that love breathes -
Satan hates,
it is more than hell.
Who do you think it is?
his faith stanac -
With a bad soul
kind of forging a chain.
Which for the genus were
on the bumper first -
Now here they are - gmile
in dust worms.
8.I watched
I watched the young dawn,
when in the morning the east adorns,
and his rosy face
a cup of sea in waves.
In front of her magical face,
before the rays of mighty power -
tremble, tremble, fall, flee,
the melting of the night disappears.
And me when it gets dark,
when my chest disease breaks -
I look at you, dawn,
and darkness flees from my soul.
The heart burns with hot zeal,
and hope rises in the courts,
and then I click, "Sing, sweetheart,
the dawn is breaking before you! "
9.Miss
I used to kneel on you too,
and brought you sweet candies,
and loved your blue scalp for a long time,
and forehead, and face innocent and lovely.
But the days passed like a sudden river,
like momentary dreams, like empty deceptions;
Now on your face the glow of youthful radiance,
and in my autumn a gloomy fog.
I know, your heart is on fire now,
my cold winter encircles and seas;
Your eyes shine like two blue skies,
and mine are as cloudy as blue mists ...
Youth, love, fire, everything sleeps in the grave -
frostbite ran down my hair ...
10.Hryvnia
I'll buy you a gold bracelet,
wonderful bracelet!
Let it be lower, white rose,
white around your throat,
so when you jump, move easy,
let him do, cika, caka,
cika, caka!
I'll buy you a gold bracelet,
wonderful bracelet!
And there will be letters in the hryvnia
of pearls, alems:
This gift he gave,
what falls before your splendor,
and that he dreams without rest
up to two dear eyes of yours!
I'll buy you a gold bracelet,
wonderful bracelet!
And all dreams, my wishes
let them stand in a golden bracelet,
let them whisper to you gently, you:
"My dawn, my dear,
sweet my paradise,
to the grave I am yours, so yours!… "
11.And Again My Soul Dreams All About You
And again my soul dreams all about you,
and the heart is torn, and it perishes after thee,
and your unbelief is far away;
like a melting cloud when it passes from the sky.
And again you are pure, bright, cheerful to me,
from the ghost of your bliss they warm me,
so I would fall on your bosom again
and look at your eyes laughing sweetly.
Such a twisted dish that lightning strikes
still looking at the sky and waiting for life,
and do not think: the sky to lead the clouds
from which a new echo will thunder ...
12.There are many of you
There are many of you - who could
count,
candle to know ?!
You have many rich gentlemen,
with silver and gold, millions' of money.
Your court rises in height,
but they never, you know, get to heaven, -
Eternity is in heaven, it is not in them,
time will hide them all with dust.
You have a lot of gray falcons!
Your words are stronger than the stormy waves,
but falcons never crawl, they never thrive
not even when lightning strikes them,
And you know, you know, oh "falcons with words,"
crawling like worms, lying in the dust,
leave the brothers to be tormented by the enemy,
just to get the "promised gifts" ...
There are many of you with a milder character,
If you say: do not think of evil to anyone,
They would say: if you were an angel from heaven,
who loves the truth, who glorifies God,
but there is nothing else in your soul
to the black demon, - there he hides viciously.
There are many of you ... What kind of people are there ?!
But there are few of you
who care
to his people
sad, suffering.
There are few of you, few of the honesty that,
with the virtue of your names they speak to you;
There are few of you, few on the defender of rights,
you have few heads, -
There are few of you, few with a heart in your chest,
there are few of you - people!
13.From the Hospital Cell
You are so pretty,
Sister Pavina!
It's midnight, isn't it?
The purpose of the door beats
the clock is old.
It's winding outside
wind, and cuttlefish
in our windows
snowflakes white.
Close the proceedings
so sit closer
by my bed.
See how
the fire is burning,
and hukti, and bukti
in that furnace.
Look how hers
coral stripe
cheerful game
up the wall!
Trust me, that's it
and my heart
hukti i bukti,
play and rage,
crazy, crazy -
he doesn't know what he's doing
quite boldly;
And here, here, the whole burns,
burn even!
And do you know why
is it crazy?
In my heart
you come in tonight,
so he left him
all the pain of darkness,
and you fire him
light yourself -
because the sparks themselves
they beat you
more beautiful than all
angel of paradise,
which rustles gently,
who cares
in a warm word
your prayers.
Look: wide
our cells
those bright sparks
your beauty
how they wind,
how they swarm
and spoil
on each side,
kô inflamed
necklaces themselves!
And everywhere, there,
where which pan,
one gold each
kandilo plane ...
Lay the proceedings
on the table there,
and mani now
whole angels,
so sit here
by my bed,
Until dawn white
to watch only:
You are so pretty,
Sister Pavina!
14.One Tear
It's midnight. I'm lying down, and I'm thinking of you all -
I saw you in your garden yesterday,
where you pick up big cracked grenades.
Mila like a golden sky sends hail,
in the quiet shade of the old pear one,
your children sit and learn their homework.
Butterflies are chased over the fountain
and shiny drops, with countless rubies,
they dissipate as they slowly sink
Autumn sun ... And like from above
a leaden cloud fell on my soul
the blackest cover of pain and bitterness.
And the fatal thought of killing me began:
that you are not mine, and that you calm the day
does not bring me stars, but jade?
That my garden was left without branches
and a sweet fruit, which bears and ripens
on the fire of the heart? ... Where are the lilacs
wreaths blue? ... Where is the curse, where is it? ...
Wow, the wind is blowing ... and I'm thinking of you,
and I look at you all, through the tears that flow,
where you pick sweet, cracked grenades.
15.Dishes
When he sprinkles your pieces, Eat,
who dews your face white?
"I was standing under a lilac this morning,
so the dew buried me from the branches. "
Tell the truth, not lie to me,
where, daughters, are the necklaces from the throat?
"Why should I swear to you, mother?"
I sang lilac this morning.
A dewy branch stuck to my necklace,
so they spilled under the lilacs. "
My daughter, my sorrow, alas,
and who unbuttoned your bosom?
"Early in the morning, don't scold me, mother,
I went to the garden to pick roses;
a timid wind blew from the sevlia
so we, mother, spread all our bosoms ".
What are your blurred eyes like?
"I didn't sleep at all tonight,
Somewhere a nightingale was singing from a branch
so I listened to him until dawn. "
And why is the flame beating in your face?
Alas, my daughter is not feverish?
"She's not a mother! What would I hide from you!
I was at the fire a while ago.
"A faint fire strikes my face,
so my cheeks burn. "
Let's go to the spring, cool down, Eat,
wash your face and that throat is white.
"I want a mother! ..." My heart is pounding,
thick lilac young guy hiding ...
16.Autumn
The storm passed, the passions subsided,
and love with them is nearing the end;
Your eyes are different now -
there is neither power nor authority in them.
I hear: our hearts beat quieter,
Your handshake is not the first;
Cold, without soul, without fire and blood,
as if to say to me: there is no more summer!
We used to care about society,
we only talked about ourselves for a long time;
But today, dear, everything is, everything is different:
Now we are wise and talk a little ...
It's summer! A cloudy autumn reigns.
In our hearts no nightingale;
There the cold wind sways the fresh roses,
and dead leaves fall on the mounds ...
17.Love
Oh, that I have something to be a river,
so that I may run in front of your little house;
Singing to you to break the waves
about the thresholds where your foot stands soft.
So when you go down the thresholds with an ibrik,
to catch water, to grab your hands,
I hug you in my hats,
and not to give you to anyone, dear.
On the mattress of grass and my emeralds,
like my nymph, to rest always,
and that no one knows where you are.
Just my eyes to look at you,
just my all the depths and all the angles
may your beauty shed and warm.
18.Mother, Mother
Mother, mother, dear mother,
oh, that I just know
to express my love
to you what shines on me!
She would see that it was hotter
from the sunshine that shines,
and from tears to be purer,
gentler than violet.
But, again, it is not so
sublime, lush, strong,
hot, warm, strong, hot,
mother my milena,
as it is in your breast
according to your son be,
non-stop where he ores
happiness dawn blushes.
So what am I going to do to you, dear mother,
for that holy love to give?
What will they give you
a good son of yours?
How to pay you -
oh yes he just knew! -
My dear, good mother,
around him labor sweat?
19.We Know Destiny
We know destiny and everything that awaits us,
but fear will not freeze our chests!
Oxen suffer the yoke, not men -
God gave freedom to man.
Strength is our mountain river,
no one will ever stop her!
The people are these dying svikô -
in his death to find a cure.
We know our way, the way of the man of God,
and mighty as a mountain river,
we will all go over the sharp dagger!
Everything like that, there to Golgotha,
and when men take our lives,
our graves will fight with you!
20.My Neighbor
There's been a longing for me for a while,
all my heart sighs and burns;
Well, brother, I have no peace or rest,
than long nights I watch without a sledge
And I silence the heart and suffer with it,
so until dawn I teach him so wisely;
But a crazy heart doesn't hear what I'm saying,
but everything suffers me with burning blows,
and tremble and tremble, like a leaf from a rod,
and he calls me there right across the street,
under a wide mulberry tree from centuries ago
where the house stands painted with lime,
as if the winds had caused the snow -
against the bright sun she turns white,
and at night, when the clear moon branches,
under the wide pacifier all the flashes fit ...
There it is, there is what entices my heart,
from which I watch at night until dawn alone, -
there is that treasure, the beauty of Mostar,
I swear to you, people, all over the world,
which is a clear dew on a mountain flower,
no one could find one lid
so sweet, shiny, and pure and chaste!
I swear to you, since the bright sun has warmed,
no one remembered his eyes;
Beautiful and wise, bright and black,
full of living fires where my soul deer!
And I swear, what is jula and behara,
Mara would embarrass everyone with her face, -
and more soft hair, that crow's hair
ointment would be the most severe wounds! ...
From morning to night I look at her from the window,
so I sigh, longing and pale,
and the mother's treasure works and works,
he puts a yellow sheboy in a wide sofa,
to šeboja đurđic and carnation mio,
with the red carnation fesliđen bent,
so when the wind blows through the mulberry branches,
marine flowers smell all sides.
Now I see her, there on the thin canvas
on the girdle he easily ties a golden branch
and with a small binding, on the doxa, he agrees
that sweet song that is the heart says:
"Oh, bright sun, go to your calm!
Oh my dear, you come under my windows! "
So the way of heaven often leaves a kind look,
as if he can't wait to get down tonight ...
And yet, sick fellow, when Sunday dawns,
to the courtyard door when Mara stops,
bih, by God, the mosque percent,
in the tavern he drank without a penny!
Because, just to see, in the beautiful Mare,
what are they, desolate, smokes of hara!
What a wave of fabric on it,
which hides her breasts with two joules of wounds!
What is the one over the crooked crow
let go of the red fez with the pearl branch!
So that you can still hear the sound of gold hryvnias
when a beautiful girl throws a yellow orange,
and to see her smile and her sweet mouth,
I would separate you and your mother from the desert!
And those eyes that offer all grace!
Blessed is he whose bride is!
21.My love
Here I buried my love -
into this sea blue and transparent,
where the shells lie. She is calm now
rests at the bottom ... In quiet rest
They kiss and hug her with their branches
corals ore ... Her grave is always
shed a glow of pure emerald,
and rustles with the voice of longing of the undead.
Look at the rays of the morning as Joyce dives!
And each one trembles, penetrates and sinks,
and it is scattered like a ruby, like a rainbow ...
As it burns here, more her grave,
flashing and circling bono, any time,
I am a black butterfly - my sorrow.
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Sunflower original top images
Sunflower and bee
Japanese wind with Plasma
Ingredients
Kore:
15 egg whites
20 tablespoons sugar
20 tablespoons chopped walnuts
5 tablespoons Plasma Ground
To decorate:
500 ml sweet sour cream
File:
15 yolks
15 tablespoons sugar
2 vanilla puddings
1 liter of milk
300 g butter
250 g of crushed walnuts
250 g Plasma Ground
1 liter of sweet sour cream
Preparation
1.Peel: Whisk the egg whites into a firm mixture, add sugar and stir until the crystals melt. Add chopped walnuts and Plasma Ground. Divide the mass into three equal parts, then pour it into trays and bake at 160 C.
2.Filling: Beat the egg yolks, sugar and pudding with a mixer, then cook in milk to get a firm cream. Whisk the cooled filling with butter, add chopped walnuts and Plasma Ground.
3.Whip the sweet sour cream into the whipped cream.
4.Coat the first crust with yellow filling and then with whipped cream. Add the second crust and repeat the process. Add the third crust, yellow filling and whipped cream to decorate the cake.
Schwaler cake-Švaler torta
Ingredients
For 3 crusts:
15 egg whites
45 tablespoons sugar
300 g chopped walnuts
6 tablespoons pretzels
3 tablespoons flour
File:
15 yolks
150 g of sugar
2 margarines
150 g powdered sugar
2 vanilla puddings
500 ml of milk
Preparation
1.Peels: Make 3 peels, each separately. Whisk 5 egg whites with 15 tablespoons of sugar, add a tablespoon of flour and 3 tablespoons of a little lemon juice and finally 100g of chopped walnuts. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper, place the mixture and bake for 20 minutes at 150 ° C, and thus make 3 crusts.
2.Filling: Whisk 15 egg yolks with 150 g of steamed sugar. Allow to cool. Separately cook 2 vanilla puddings in 1 / 2l of milk and add it to the cooled filling. Whisk 2 margarines with 100g of powdered sugar and combine with the cooled filling. Mix everything well.
3.Fill the cake. Coat it with filler and from above. Put whipped cream before serving.
Tip
Make the cake at least 3 days before serving.
Beet for the winter
Ingredients
It is necessary:
4 kg of beets
1200 ml of water
600 ml of vinegar
4 tablespoons salt
300 g of sugar
1 preservative
Preparation
1.Peel the beets together with the shell, and when it cools, peel it and only then weigh 4 kg. Peeled beets, cut into rings or cubes, as desired.
2.Bring the water to a boil together with the vinegar, salt, sugar and preservative. As soon as it starts to boil, add chopped beets. Just stir and remove from the heat. Arrange the hot beets in clean jars. Cover the jars immediately with cellophane or close them with a lid, then leave them to cool. Later, store them in a dark place.
"As long as we love someone for his virtues, it's nothing serious. But when we start loving him because of his flaws, then it's love. ”
"If you long for love, let your heart serve as bait, not your brain."
Tvoje su oci ko farovi od fice, ti si moje omiljeno bice.
@Dimke
