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1- 2- NASE NOVINE — IZBOR - APRIL 20,1983
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'' ФтаЈШ2жаиввг'Л--,'- - - " Jelena Saula
Kafe Jabuka
Ноде da JoJ se klanjaju
Нобе da JoJ Zbog njenog
roda
Trave nad vodom drte ogledalo —
Нобе Jabuka da JoJ se dive
Zbog cvetanja i rumenlh
plodova
Trali da se prostre krilo
poljana
I da zrikavci ne presanu sa
pesmom...
Нобе odjeka
Jabuka rumena do zelenih gora
Нобе da se mesec
Svake nodi u senku sakrlva
Pod sjajem njenlh rumenlh
plodova —
Нобе Jabuka
Sa besmrtnlma da se druii
Ziml pod snegom promrzlog granja
Da traje kroz legendu.
SUNDAY EVE ON LAKE
Sunday eve on lake
The sun going down...
Small colorful boats
All have golden crovvn.
Here on lake at eve
When the day Is done
Is very hard to tell;
Where the water ends
Where the sky began.
The air like misty curtain
Had wrapped all In sight
His blue evening gown
Lost all of the bright.
With bare feet In sand
We get closer by
While stars and moon watch
us
High above in sky.
I can hardly see you
But you hold my hand
And that gives me comfort
Like sun's warmth in sand.
Jeiena Saula
Hamilton
,
ANY OTHER BAKER
He's like any other baker
I suppose
his little shop across the bridge
the light always goes on
exactly at 1:45 a.m.
sometimes I stay up to watch
click the light is on
thin white limbs stacking the loaves
the buns are as warm as
the sunburnt pebbles
under my feet
— wonder if he gets a chance to see them —
his wife fast asleep while
his sweaty palm kneads the dough
tomorrow there will be a line-u- p
they'll come and trample on
his freshly-scrubbe- d floor
and the shelves soon empty
I wonder
if the baker died
would they trample the soft ground
under which they had placed him
would they come?
and I wonder would he
ever put arsenic in their buns
to warm their insides
like the sunburnt pebbles
under my feet.
Lillian Necakov
Toronto
— Mama, fa imam maleni nosi6!
Ja imam dvije zlatne rukei
— Za koga sine, da li za sebe!
— Samo za tebe, samo za tebel
— Mama, Ja imam dva topla oka,
Ja imam ustaSca
— Za koga sine, da li za sebe?
— Samo za tebe, samo za tebe!
— Mama, Ja imam Serene snove, y
I bllstavu pticu srece na lieu I
— Za koga sine, da II za sebe?
— SAMO ZA TEBE, SAMO ZA TEBE!
Vlado
DJeca puStaJu zmaja,
daleko,
visoko,
bez kraja.
0, leti, leti papiru,
nosi pozdrav o miru!
,JAI
nasmiJeSena!
HALOVANlC
IGRASLOBODE
Vlado HALOVANlC
Sisak
Object Description
| Rating | |
| Title | Nase Novine, June 08, 1983 |
| Language | sr; hr |
| Subject | Yugoslavia -- Newspapers; Newspapers -- Yugoslavia; Yugoslavian Canadians Newspapers |
| Date | 1983-04-20 |
| Type | application/pdf |
| Format | text |
| Rights | Licenced under section 77(1) of the Copyright Act. For detailed information visit: http://www.connectingcanadians.org/en/content/copyright |
| Identifier | nanod2000199 |
Description
| Title | 000220 |
| OCR text | 1- 2- NASE NOVINE — IZBOR - APRIL 20,1983 гшшшшзмшша гмнткттдздчичнлегичж .mwhu & жчШ™ШаШШ№Ш№ш$1шшШИЗШВ!ШШШШШшШШ&&шн!. & ж 4wj3$&t№4V Гх y5v J?} V --,Ч 44", :,i;-l-;,- v , K (ЧЛ o '' ФтаЈШ2жаиввг'Л--,'- - - " Jelena Saula Kafe Jabuka Ноде da JoJ se klanjaju Нобе da JoJ Zbog njenog roda Trave nad vodom drte ogledalo — Нобе Jabuka da JoJ se dive Zbog cvetanja i rumenlh plodova Trali da se prostre krilo poljana I da zrikavci ne presanu sa pesmom... Нобе odjeka Jabuka rumena do zelenih gora Нобе da se mesec Svake nodi u senku sakrlva Pod sjajem njenlh rumenlh plodova — Нобе Jabuka Sa besmrtnlma da se druii Ziml pod snegom promrzlog granja Da traje kroz legendu. SUNDAY EVE ON LAKE Sunday eve on lake The sun going down... Small colorful boats All have golden crovvn. Here on lake at eve When the day Is done Is very hard to tell; Where the water ends Where the sky began. The air like misty curtain Had wrapped all In sight His blue evening gown Lost all of the bright. With bare feet In sand We get closer by While stars and moon watch us High above in sky. I can hardly see you But you hold my hand And that gives me comfort Like sun's warmth in sand. Jeiena Saula Hamilton , ANY OTHER BAKER He's like any other baker I suppose his little shop across the bridge the light always goes on exactly at 1:45 a.m. sometimes I stay up to watch click the light is on thin white limbs stacking the loaves the buns are as warm as the sunburnt pebbles under my feet — wonder if he gets a chance to see them — his wife fast asleep while his sweaty palm kneads the dough tomorrow there will be a line-u- p they'll come and trample on his freshly-scrubbe- d floor and the shelves soon empty I wonder if the baker died would they trample the soft ground under which they had placed him would they come? and I wonder would he ever put arsenic in their buns to warm their insides like the sunburnt pebbles under my feet. Lillian Necakov Toronto — Mama, fa imam maleni nosi6! Ja imam dvije zlatne rukei — Za koga sine, da li za sebe! — Samo za tebe, samo za tebel — Mama, Ja imam dva topla oka, Ja imam ustaSca — Za koga sine, da li za sebe? — Samo za tebe, samo za tebe! — Mama, Ja imam Serene snove, y I bllstavu pticu srece na lieu I — Za koga sine, da II za sebe? — SAMO ZA TEBE, SAMO ZA TEBE! Vlado DJeca puStaJu zmaja, daleko, visoko, bez kraja. 0, leti, leti papiru, nosi pozdrav o miru! ,JAI nasmiJeSena! HALOVANlC IGRASLOBODE Vlado HALOVANlC Sisak |
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