Miljana Živanović, Naters, Švajcarska
Miljana Živanović, rođena 02.01.1971. u Vukovaru, R Hrvatska. Živi i radi u Švajcarskoj, kanton Waliss, mesto Naters.
“Na nagovor, Miljana Živanović objavljuje prvi put svoju Prozu 2017. godine u zajedničkim zbirkama iako piše još od školskih dana.
Prozu objavljivala i u nekoliko zajedničkih zbirki (17) na našem jeziku, između ostalog učesnica tri Antologije i četvrta u pripremi, zbirka posvećena Njegošu “Njegošev vijenac” i zbirka posvećena Patrijarhu Pavlu “Budimo ljudi poput Patrijarha”.
Član je KK Scena Crnjanski, KK Umetnički Horizont, Zlatno pero Knjaževac i Udruženja slobodnih umetnika Australije.
Za svoj rad nagrađivana nekoliko puta. Također njeni radovi prevođeni i na Engleski jezik.
U njenim tekstovima postajete učesnici uz detalje koji vas zaokupljaju, ispričanom pričom na sugestivan način. Ne ostavlja čitaoce ni na trenutak bez interesa i zaokuplja njihovu pažnju.
Kao autor izdvaja se iz mase pisaca tradicionalnog “ženskog” ljubavnog štiva. U svojoj prozi pokazuje izrazit osećaj za drugačiju potrebu savremene svesti, sopstvenim uverenjima da postoje presudni trenutci u životu žene.
“Šetnja dolinom šafrana” je njeno prvo samostalno izdanje.”
BOŽIJA RUKA U NESREĆI
Video je kako pomičem usne,
glas mi se slomi, počinjem da govorim:
Nesreća je kao mrak…odsustvo svetlosti,
nemoguće je videti, a znam da je tu…
Kako ću živeti i znati da sam srela senku od žene,
prepoznala sam joj samo oči?!
A Božija ruka me dotiče, drži.
Prijatelj u radosti, bolu, tuzi…
Kao da sam biseri u Njegovoj ruci
ostat ću s Njim povezana,
kao divlji cvet odrastao u polju,
navikla na grubosti a nisam postala zla…
Sve je tako mutno, strah, strepnja
i mnogo toga vidim u sebi, to moja duša gleda.
Božija ruka pruži mi sigurnost,
pohranjena u Njegovoj ruci,
neće me ispustiti,
daje mi ljubav da se mogu osloniti na Njega…
Danas, sutra, uvek.
Ne moram ići nesrećnim brodom u ovoj poplavi…
S Božjom snagom preživim noć.
I zapeva za mene uspavanku, stari psalm:
„Ali Ti si, Gospode, štiti koji me zaklanja,
slava moja; Ti podižeš moju glavu”
ŽIVOT JE MAGIJA
Sreća se može nastaviti,
a ja bacam masku što sam je nosila…
Ne mogu to poreći,
ta me magična ljubav pridobila
da opet srećno živim.
Sada se vreme promenilo,
mogu razgovarati o ljubavi, poverenju
ja sam opet ona od pre
i moje srce više ne laže…
Ali ne hodajte prebrzo,
ne pravite previše koraka uporedo,
onda neću ići u korak s Vama
jer moja ruka nije tako duga…
Zahvaljujem Vam na ljubavi koju pružate,
da mogu zaboraviti svoju prošlost,
da verujem u ljubav,
da verujem u budućnost.
i sve što sam tražila…
Osjećaj je tako divan,
moja ruka u Vašoj ruci.
Jaka sam s Vama
Nema razloga za žurbu,
korak po korak, ruku pod ruku
jer Vas najprije želim bolje upoznati,
i sa svime što magija života donosi…
PLES ISPOD DUGE
Praćena anđeoskim zborom
Igra svetlosti, minule kiše
radosti koja je skoro opipljiva…
Nebeskog sjaja izroni duga.
niotkuda zasvira nečujna muzika
dade mi magična krila od papira
za let daleko odavde…
Sama i prostor koji me okružuje,
osetih se zabranjenom…
Svetla u boji okružuju moje biće.
U zanosu i divljenju
pogled na dole,
samo govori vrednost postojanja.
Oslobođena sam od svake bede,
ja nastavljam plesati.
Miljana Zivanovic, Naters, Switzerland
Miljana Zivanovic was born in Vukovar, Croatia. She lives and writes in Switzerland “Miljana Zivanovic published her poetry for the first time in 2017 even though she has been writing since the school days. She is preparing to publish her first written word of poetry from that time. She participates in four Anthologies: – Anthology of Serbian Poetry and Prose; Artists Association of Australia – Anthology of World Poetry and Prose I; Artist Association of Australia – Anthology Love is everything; Knjazevac Gold Feather – Anthology of World Poetry and Prose II; Artists Association of Australia She participates in joint poetry collections, a stand-out dedicated to Njegos’s “Njegos’s Wreath” and a collection dedicated to Patriarch Paul, “Let’s Be People Like the Patriarch,” though all are equally important to her. Also her poetry was published in English in two joint collections Gentle word I and II. She has been awarded several times in the country and abroad for her work. She is a member of Scene Crnjanski Literary Club, Art Horizon Literary Club, Knjazevac Gold Feather, Australian Free Artists Association. In her texts you become participants with the details that occupy you, telling the story in a suggestive way. It does not leave readers without interest for a moment and catches their attention. As an author he stands out from the mass of writers of the traditional “female” love read. In her poetry she shows a distinct sense of a different need for contemporary consciousness, her own belief that there are crucial moments in a woman’s life. ” A short biography from the Anthology of Serbian Poetry and Poetry is extracted. “A Walk in the Saffron Valley” is her first solo release. Here are a few sentences from two reviews of her book: Saša Mićković, editor: “Miljana Živanović, a poetess who has already published her poems in anthologies, lexicons and collections, has managed to compose a new verse collection called A Walk in the Saffron Valley. At nearly 120 pages, verse summaries of life moments, past days, but also prophetically contemplate the unprecedented, intangible and many unfathomable life-expectation. For her, love is a central motto and motive, and the people around her represent a thought-provoking impulse for philosophical access to them and life-long secrecy. However, like any inspired artist, Miljana certainly has a sense of humor, and this is the sixth multi-sensory element that many people miss. ” Dr Miodrag D. Ignjatovic: “This poetry is a psychological play between Him and Him, and in order to bring Miljan closer to readers, we must say that her soul is made up of the finest intertwined yarn, as well as the lyric. She is prone to aperceptivity – the later experience and the spread of perception and reception … In the end, this sophisticated book is also a bit of a teaching to our good, intelligent poetry, as well as to all readers, who will absorb from the book all the elixirs of life, dreams and spiritual spheres. The book A Walk through the Saffron Valley is the Millennium’s Flag, Flag and Flying Flight, which will be recognized by critics, academics and readers alike, who are mostly gathered around poetry poetry. “I’ve been flipping through the lists so many times, Folded at the ends Highlights highlighted … ” This is how Miljana sings in the verse The stage and I, and you who have the book in your estate and treasury will recognize the undeniable talent, poetic ethereal sound and, above all, the beauty of most of the verses!
GOD’S HAND IN AN ACCIDENT
He saw me move my lips,
my voice breaks, I’m starting to say:
Disaster is like darkness … the absence of light,
it’s impossible to see, and I know it’s there …
How will I live and know that I met a shadow from a woman,
I only recognized her eyes ?!
And the hand of God touches me, holds it.
Friend in joy, pain, sadness …
It is as if I am pearls in His hand
I will stay connected to Him,
like a wild flower growing up in a field,
used to being rude and I didn’t become mean …
It’s all so blurry, fear, anxiety
and I see a lot in myself, that is what my soul is looking at.
God’s hand give me security,
stored in His hand,
they won’t let me go,
gives me love that I can rely on Him …
Today, tomorrow, always.
I don’t have to go by an unlucky boat in this flood …
With the power of God, I survive the night.
And he sings a lullaby to me, an old psalm:
“But it is you, Lord, who protects me,
my glory; You raise my head ”
LIFE IS MAGIC
Happiness can continue,
and I throw off the mask I wore …
I can’t deny that,
this magical love gained me
to live happily again.
Now the time has changed,
they can talk about love, trust
I’m again the one before
and my heart is no longer lying …
But don’t go too fast,
don’t take too many steps at a time,
then I will not keep up with you
because my hand is not that long …
Thank you for the love you give,
that I can forget my past,
to believe in love,
to believe in the future.
and everything I was looking for …
It feels so wonderful,
my hand in your hand.
I’m strong with you
There’s no reason to rush,
step by step, hand in hand
because first I want to get to know you better,
and with all that magic of life brings …
DANCE UNDER THE LONG
Accompanied by an angelic choir
A game of light, past rain
a joy that is almost tangible …
A heavenly splendor raises the debt.
silent music plays out of nowhere
he gave me magic wings of paper
for a flight away from here …
The surroundings and the surroundings,
I felt forbidden …
Color lights surround my being.
In rapture and admiration
it just speaks to the value of being.
I am free from all misery,
i keep dancing.