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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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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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