Dragica Samardžija

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Dragica Samardžija, Split, R Hrvatska

Rođena u Kotlenice, pored Splita 15.12.1956. godine. Objavila 2 knjige poezije « I KROZ SNOVE ZIVIM » 2016. godine, « SETNJA PEROM OD SRCA DO RAZUMA’ 2019. godine.
Član je ULKU « Vlaho Bukovac » Split. Učesnik je mnogih festivala i nalazi se u velikom broju zbornika. Pored pisanja bavi se i slikarstvom.

KRAĐA SNOVA

Noćas ću bespomoćnim koracima,
Prošetati pored tvoje sjene.
Zapletene u mreži mojih snova,
Prepunih sjete, čežnje i želje.
Sjete koja miriše na tugu,
Čežnje skrivene duboko u meni.
Želje koja vatrom ljubavi gori.
Uz tebe ljepši su moji snovi.
Ti odlaziš ispraćen vjetrom,
Što grane privija u krilo svoje.
Stisne ih čvrsto vrelinom noći
Maštajmo, ljubimo i san će doći.

LETI PTICO

To klasje zlatno ljepotom zove k sebi
Nježnošću uranjam u žutu lelujavost
Puštam veselu pticu što slobodno leti
Šaljem je daleko, da preleti taj most.

Sretna od radosti što može da leti
Pero iz krila mekoga je ispalo jedno
Tiho šapućem klasju što zri i sebi
Srce će jedno uvijek ostati željno.

Čekaj, ispruži ruke, uhvati pticu sreće
Poruku ljubavi pročitaj i ostavi trag
Čekam da se vrati dok rijeka snova teče
Let čujem, sleti, utisne mi poljubac blag.

KIŠA

Sjećam se jednog susreta
i jedne kiše,
večeri jesenje.
Sjećam se nekih riječi,
nespretno izgovorenih,
nikada zaboravljenih.
Srce je u grudima tuklo,
jače nego kapljice kiše
koje su udarale o staklo.
Kako bi se one razbile u padu
tako se i moje srce našlo u jadu.
Razmišljala sam, a ono nije dalo,
željelo je samo nježnosti malo.
Lijepih riječi rado bi da čuje
ali ne ide, kasne su ure.
I danas kiša polako rominja,
bude se moja lijepa sjećanja.
Moje srce je bez neke težnje,
iako u njemu još ima čežnje….
Skrila se duboko, negdje u meni,
zato me danas ova kiša veseli.

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Dragica Samardzija, Split, Croatia

Born in Kotlenice, near Split on December 15, 1956. years. She has published 2 books of poetry « AND THROUGH DREAMS I LIVE » in 2016, « THE RETURN OF PEROM FROM HEART TO MIND » in 2019.
He is a member of ULKU « Vlaho Bukovac » Split. He is a participant of many festivals and is in many collections. In addition to writing, he is also a painter.

THEFT DREAMS

Tonight I will take helpless steps,
Walk past your shadow.
Tangled in the web of my dreams,
I am full of memories, longings and desires.
Sorrows that smell of sadness,
Longings hidden deep inside me.
Desires that burn with love.
My dreams are more beautiful with you.
You leave accompanied by the wind,
What is it that twigs a branch into its lap.
He squeezes them firmly in the heat of the night
Let’s dream, love and dream will come.

LETI PTICO

He calls this class a golden beauty to himself
Gently I plunge into the yellow wobble
I let the merry bird fly freely
I’m sending it far to cross that bridge.

Happy with the joy of flying
A feather fell from one of the soft wings
I whisper quietly to the mature class that sees itself
One heart will always remain eager.

Wait, reach out, grab the bird of fortune
Read the love message and leave a mark
I wait for it to return as the dream river flows
The flight I hear, it lands, it gives me a soft kiss.

RAIN

I remember one meeting
and one rain,
in the evening autumn.
I remember some words,
awkwardly spoken,
never forgotten.
The heart beat in the chest,
stronger than raindrops
that hit the glass.
In order to break them in a fall
so did my heart in misery.
I was thinking, and it didn’t,
wanted only a little tenderness.
He would love to hear nice words
but it’s not going, it’s late hours.
Even today, the rain is slowly turning yellow,
be my fondest memory.
My heart is without aspiration,
though there are still longings in it….
She hid deep inside me,
that’s why this rain makes me happy today

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