Radmila Milojević

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Radmila Milojević, Paraćin, R Srbija

NEVIDLJIVI VIRTUOZ

Kao plima mora u lavirintu noći…
Preplavila nas je udaljena muzika.
Kao u začaranoj priči virtuoza na violini.
Čarobne note stvara, rasipa kroz noć.
Tugom ovi.
Poput kišnih kapi na ivici lista,
suze se nakupiše na trepavicama.
Nenadano dobismo dar virtuoznog muzičara.
Vasiona izgara nad nama.
Rasprsla sjajem grozdovima zvezda.
U pokretu talasa romori reka.
Svo zlato bi hteo da utka u vodu
nasmejan Mesec.
Miomirišu jorgovani, proleće širi čari svoje…
Zaplenjen i disanja dah.
Noćni sati teku.
Muzika s violine dodiruje i najtananije strune duse.
Kroz tamu blista reka, sedefna nit čista.
Lepezasto šumori trska.
Po plitkom dnu reke sve šire zaiskreno zvezdano jato.
Kao u začaranoj priči,
nevidljivi virtuoz žicama s violine…
Čarobne note prosipa kroz noc prolećnu.

SNOVIĐENJE

Zlatni baršun sa meseca pada.
Topao vetrić poduhnu nad nama.
Svaka zvezda iskrica je sjajna,
na pocepanoj zavesi mraka.
Sene noći prikradaju se kroz ponoć.
San zakuca na otežalo oko.
Jastuk je pun cvrkuta ptica.
Mojih ptica selica….
Kroz snoviđenje šarorepe ptice,
postelju kao laki čun vuku.
Ka svetu nekom novom.
I vuku je kroz predeo sjajni.
Nad poljanama punih makova cvetnih.
Opijaju čula svojom moći.
Nadvisili se veličanstveni
dugini lukovi šareni.
U duši blistaju zvezdani osviti..

Raspevana ptičja jata.
Svaka grana prepuna je cvatja…
Kolo zrakova sa sunčane pogače se rastače…
Žuborom sa svakog izvora
Raspevana potočna voda.
Svoj večni tok ima…
Đurđevak zeleni,
zvoncima trepere cvetici beli.
U jutru svitanja silno nadimaju se grudi.
Otvoreni su svi behari prolećni.
U rumenilu jutra rasprostrte rujave boje…
Snoviđenje prepuno lepote.
Jastuk je prepun cvrkuta ptica,
mojih ptica selica…
Zlatni baršun sa meseca pada.
Na pocepanoj zavesi mraka,
Svaka zvezda iskrica sjajna.

RUŽIČASTI OBLACI

Dušom rascvetan grki pelin.
Srcem niče trnovito cveće.
Raspršili su se ružičasti oblaci ljubavi.
Skrivani u uglovima i pukotinama duše, duboki ožiljak.
Srce koje laže, pretvara se postepeno u kamen.
Ljudi se menjaju to je neizbežno.
Kažu da razdvojenost spaja srca?
Previše je pitanja, malo odgovora.
Mislima igraju se htenja, ko hučna reka.
Dok senke noći počinju da brode
slutnja i bol.
Mesec žutilom da daje moći svoje
Uz šum granja borja, sluh je prepun tvojih koraka.
Prilaziš, tvoje oči prepune plama.
Bruje večernja zvona.
Mašta žive slike stvara.
Sve je kao san narasta..
Život brzo teče.
Nečujno i beskonačno nad nama
tragove svoje ostavlja.
Samo u nama budi neke slutnje davne.
Ružičasti oblaci ljubavi
raspršeni davno.
I skrivani u uglovima i pukotinama duše ostaje duboki ožiljak.
Grki pelin rascvetan u nama..
Srcem niče trnovito cveće.

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Radmila Milojevic, Paracin, R Serbia
INVISIBLE VIRTUOSIS
Like the tide of the sea in the maze of night …
We were overwhelmed by the distant music.
As in the vicious story of a violin virtuoso.
It creates magical notes, scatters through the night.
Sadness these.
Like rain drops on the leaf edge,
tears accumulated on her lashes.
We suddenly received the gift of a virtuoso musician.
The universe burns over us.
Burst with glow of clusters of stars.
In the movement of the waves, the river roars.
He wants to pour all the gold into the water
smiling moon.
Lilacs smell, spring spreads its magic …
Seized and breathing breath.
Night hours are running.
Violin music touches even the finest strings of the soul.
Through the darkness the river glitters, the mother-of-pearl thread clear.
The cane growls beautifully.
Along the shallow bottom of the river, a sparkling star cluster is expanding.
As if in a vicious story,
invisible virtuoso with strings from the violin …
Magic notes spill through the spring night.
DREAMING
Gold velvet is falling from the moon.
A warm breeze blew over us.
Every star sparkle is great,
on the tattered curtain of darkness.
The shadows of the night sneak through midnight.
The dream snapped at the aggravated eye.
The pillow is full of chirping birds.
My migratory birds ….
Through the dreaming of a colorful bird,
the bed like a light cone drag.
To the world of someone new.
And they dragged it through the landscape great.
Over fields of full poppy flowers.
They intoxicate the senses with their power.
They towered magnificent
long arches colorful.
Starry light shines in the soul ..
A flock of birds singing.
Each branch is full of blooms …
The ray of air from the sun cake is breaking …
A murmur from every source
Broken creek water.
It has its eternal flow …
Lilac green,
white flowers blinking at the bells.
In the morning of dawn, the breasts inflate.
All the behari spring is open.
In the blush of morning there is a spread of brown …
A dream full of beauty.
The pillow is full of chirping birds,
my migratory birds …
Gold velvet is falling from the moon.
On the tattered curtain of darkness,
Each star sparkles brilliantly.
PINK CLOUDS
Greek wormwood blooms in the soul.
Thorny flowers sprout with your heart.
Pink clouds of love scattered.
Hidden in the corners and fissures of the soul, a deep scar.
The heart that lies is gradually turned to stone.
People change that is inevitable.
They say separation connects hearts?
There are too many questions, few answers.
Thoughts are played by the will, like a river.
As the shadows of the night begin to ship
foreboding and pain.
The moon with its yellowness gives its powers
With the murmur of the wrinkles, hearing is full of your footsteps.
You approach, your eyes full of flame.
Brush the evening bells.
The imagination of living images creates.
It’s all like a dream come true ..
Life is flowing fast.
Silent and infinite over us
leaves traces of his own.
Only in us are some forebodings long ago.
Pink clouds of love
scattered long ago.
And hidden in the corners and crevices of the soul remains a deep scar.
Greek wormwood is blooming in us ..
Thorny flowers sprout with your heart.

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