@ddtpecko 20 April 2022 more from that month

My dear friends of the noise! It's a rainy day here. I decided to start today's post with poetry. I will share with you two songs by my FB friends of the poet: Suzana Ana and Dragan Vilić. I had the opportunity to meet Dragan in person, but about it another time. I painted these two songs that I share with you, that is, I blended the text with the picture. I made the song Boje by Suzana Ana in two versions, one of them is in Cyrillic, which is the official alphabet in Serbia. COLORS I'm looking for, lost colors whiteness and luster. One, a love song in a mysterious story connected, different like heaven and earth. What's wrong with me? I ran ... What would I say to plants some hill beds or gardens, where is mine modest white color and spring smells. Music again the breath breaks through the story. The story relief sand colors, incised feet open to the sky. Taken away, missing neatly white. Suzana Ana Here's Scream ... SCREAM When through crazy passion you feel the scream of violets hugging, the softness of the amoeba's lips as they kiss scream to shake the universe in an explosion of the sweetness of a heart that bursts while the spark of fire in the eye shines ... Love and do not forget that love is a flame, opium, sweet dream! Dragan Vilić *********************************************************************************************** Dragi moji prijatelji buke! Kod nas kišni dan. Ja odlučio da započnem današnji post sa poezijom. Podeliću sa vama dve pesme mojih FB prijatelja pesnika: Suzana Ana i Dragan Vilić. Dragana sam imao priliku lično upoznati ali o tome drugi put. Ove dve pesme koje delim sa vama sam oslikao to jest uklopio tekst sa slikom. Pesmu Boje od Suzane Ane sam napravio u dve verzije jedna od njih je na čirilici koja je službeno pismo kod nas u Srbiji. BOJE Tražim, izgubljene boje belinu i sjaj. Jednu, ljubavnu pesmu u tajanstvenoj priči povezanu, različitu kao nebo i zemlja. Šta mi je? Potrčah... Šta bih rekla biljkama nekom brdu leji ili bašti, gde je moja čedno bela boja a proleće miriše. Opet muzika dah kida kroz priču. Priču boje reljefnog peska, urezanih stopala otvorenih ka nebu. Odnešene, nestale čedno bele boje. Suzana Ana Evo i Vrisak... VRISAK Kada kroz ludu strast osjetiš vrisak ljubičica što se grle, mekoću usana ameba dok se ljube vrisni da se svemir potrese u eksploziji slatkoće srca koje puca dok iskra vatre u oku svjetluca... Voli i ne zaboravi da je ljubav plam, opijumski, slatkasti san! Dragan Vilić