Jasmina Sfiligoj<\/p>\n
MAGI\u010cNO JEZERO<\/p>\n
Odlutali jednom u na\u0161oj smo pri\u010di
\nU srce \u0161ume sasvim nam nepoznato
\nGdje kro\u0161nje su \u0161u\u0161tale i zrak treperio
\nA sunce kroz grane je sjalo k\u00b4o zlato
\nDvoje divlje djece tr\u010de\u0107i bez daha
\nS vjetrom zapletenim u ra\u0161\u010dupanoj kosi
\n\u010cvrsto smo se dr\u017eali bez imalo straha
\n\u0160to nam novo sutra sa sobom donosi
\nZaneseni mirisom i ljetom opijeni
\nOdjednom smo stali pred silnom ljepotom
\nZelenilom plavetnim naglo op\u010dinjeni
\nPred bujnom oazom \u0161to pr\u0161ti \u017eivotom
\nZov jezera bio je od svega ja\u010di
\nUronili sretni smo u vodene boje
\nGoli i prkosni u njegovom krilu
\nGdje sve se \u010dinilo samo tvoje i moje
\nNje\u017eno je grlilo djetinjstvo i mladost
\nSna\u017eno nas je nosilo kao ruke majke
\nStopilo nas u tom bla\u017eenom spokojstvu
\nU \u010disto savr\u0161enstvo iz najljep\u0161e bajke
\nDaleko od svijeta u glasnoj ti\u0161ini
\nDva su krhka tijela bila isprepletena
\nPoljupci lagani kao ljetna ki\u0161a
\nU jezeru ostali za sva su vremena
\nNikada vi\u0161e nismo se vratili
\nNa to tajnovito i sveto mjesto
\nIzgubili smo ga, a i nas dvoje
\nIako \u0161umom smo hodali \u010desto
\nTko zna je li ikad i postojalo
\nMo\u017eda je bilo plod ma\u0161te i htijenja
\nKao \u0161to nekad ni slutili nismo
\nDa vrijeme ljude potpuno mijenja<\/p>\n
LIQENI MAGJIK<\/p>\n
Nj\u00ebher\u00eb n\u00eb tregimin ton\u00eb u humb\u00ebm,
\nN\u00eb zem\u00ebr t\u00eb pyllit krejt t\u00eb panjohur,
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\nLarg nga bota, n\u00eb at\u00eb heshtje t\u00eb zhurmshme,
\nDy trupa t\u00eb brisht\u00eb ishin t\u00eb nd\u00ebrthurur.
\nPuthje t\u00eb lehta si shiu i ver\u00ebs
\nMbet\u00ebn n\u00eb liqe p\u00ebrjet\u00eb.
\nKurr\u00eb m\u00eb nuk u kthyem
\nN\u00eb at\u00eb vend t\u00eb fsheht\u00eb e t\u00eb shenjt\u00eb.
\nE humb\u00ebm at\u00eb, po edhe veten,
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\nKush e di n\u00ebse ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb ka ekzistuar?
\nNdoshta qe fryt i imagjinat\u00ebs dhe d\u00ebshir\u00ebs,
\nAshtu si\u00e7 kurr\u00eb nuk e kishim menduar
\nQ\u00eb koha i ndryshon njer\u00ebzit krejt\u00ebsisht.<\/p>\n
DEN MAGISKA SJ\u00d6N<\/p>\n
En g\u00e5ng i v\u00e5r ber\u00e4ttelse gick vi vilse,
\nI hj\u00e4rtat av en helt ok\u00e4nd skog,
\nD\u00e4r kronorna susade och luften darrade,
\nOch solen bland grenarna lyste som guld.
\nTv\u00e5 vilda barn sprang utan andan,
\nMed vinden intrasslad i det rufsiga h\u00e5ret.
\nVi h\u00f6ll h\u00e5rt i varandra utan minsta r\u00e4dsla
\nF\u00f6r vad morgondagen kunde f\u00f6ra med sig.
\nF\u00f6rtrollade av doften, berusade av sommaren,
\nStannade vi pl\u00f6tsligt inf\u00f6r en stor sk\u00f6nhet,
\nBl\u00e4ndade av gr\u00f6nskan med bl\u00e5 glans,
\nFramf\u00f6r en yppig oas som sprutade av liv.
\nSj\u00f6ns kallelse var starkare \u00e4n allt.
\nLyckliga d\u00f6k vi i vattnets f\u00e4rger,
\nNakna och trotsiga i dess famn,
\nD\u00e4r allt tycktes vara bara ditt och mitt.
\nBarndomen och ungdomen omfamnade oss mjukt,
\nH\u00f6ll oss starkt som en moders h\u00e4nder.
\nDe sm\u00e4lte oss in i den v\u00e4lsignade stillheten,
\nI ren fullkomlighet ur den vackraste sagan.
\nL\u00e5ngt fr\u00e5n v\u00e4rlden, i det bullriga lugnet,
\nTv\u00e5 sk\u00f6ra kroppar var sammanfl\u00e4tade.
\nL\u00e4tta kyssar som sommarregn
\nStannade i sj\u00f6n f\u00f6r evigt.
\nAldrig mer \u00e5terv\u00e4nde vi
\nTill den hemliga och heliga platsen.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Jasmina Sfiligoj MAGI\u010cNO JEZERO Odlutali jednom u na\u0161oj smo pri\u010di U srce \u0161ume sasvim nam nepoznato Gdje kro\u0161nje su \u0161u\u0161tale i zrak treperio A sunce kroz grane je sjalo k\u00b4o zlato Dvoje divlje djece tr\u010de\u0107i bez daha S vjetrom zapletenim u ra\u0161\u010dupanoj kosi \u010cvrsto smo se dr\u017eali bez imalo straha \u0160to nam novo sutra sa […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":3417,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3416","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poezi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3416","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3416"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3416\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3419,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3416\/revisions\/3419"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3417"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3416"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3416"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3416"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}