TALASI

Od svitanja vremena,
naglo su se pojavljivali talasi:
ogromni i opasno lijepi,
talasi koji potapaju brodove,
spori- ali u tren oka za one kojima su blizu.
Od samog svitanja ljubav se talasala
polako, poput srebrnog mora
pod nježnim dodirom vjetra
ili brzo, u ritmu cunamija,
u drhtavim srcima.
Od samog svitanja na talasu života:
talasamo kao Šekspirovi likovi:
ljubav pretvaramo u mržnju, a mržnju u osvetu;
zatim padamo
da bismo se podigli kao sunce.

Translated to Montenegrin by Anđela Turukalo Dabetić
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WAVES

Since the dawn of time
Sudden waves have appeared,
Huge and dangerously beautiful,
Waves, which cause ships to sink
Slowly, but in two shakes for those within reach,
Since the dawn of time love has waved
Slowly like silver sea under the tender touch of wind
Or rapidly to the rhythm of Tsunami
Inside trembling hearts,
Since the dawn of time on the wave of life:
We wave like Shakespearean characters,
We turn love into hate and hate into revenge,
Then, we fall down to rise up again like the sun

I am a teacher and translator. I studied Polish Literature at Jagiellonian University and Human Resource Management in the School of Banking and Management in Krakow.
In my free time I like writing poetry. It keeps me feel wonderful as it is my big passion. I am also admin of two poetry groups on fb: “Emotions: Heart2Heart Poetry” and Haiku Espresso”, which connect people from every part of the world. After work I usually relax by listening to music and walking in nature. I’m also interested in photography.

In my opinion, the threat of war is a very big problem of peace in my country as well as all over the world. Long time ago St Paul II said: “War is a defeat for humanity.” I think, we all should work together for maintaining the international peace and security.
Poetry has a very big impact in promoting good values like Love, honesty, freedom etc. and without good values peace is impossible to reach…

YES

PALETA BOJA

Na mojoj paleti sreću se sve boje svijeta:
crvena, zelena, plava,
crna
Tako je divna paleta boja,
srce mi srećom pleše…

Četkom za slikanje nanosim ih na platno,
kako mi ih život svakodnevno donosi.
Ne pita me koje boje želim,
dolaze postepeno jedna za drugom.
Nježne i grublje boje se smjenjuju:
prikazuju moj život,
koji nije uvijek srećan…

Crna boja se duboko upila u platno,
srce me boli zbog toga,
ne odlazi…
Zelena mi daje nadu za novi dan.
Žuta boja me ispunjava
energijom,
poput sunca kad izlazi ujutro.
Plava boja, kad poželim
zagrliti nebo,
ali oblaci su tako visoko,
ne ide to…

Uveče dolaze crvene
zore na nebu,
odlažem paletu za
naredni dan,
vidjećemo šta će
donijeti…

Translated to Montenegrin
by Anđela Turukalo Dabetić

FAREBNÁ PALETA

Na palete zbiehajú sa mi všetky farby sveta,
červená, zelená, modrá, čierna,
je taká krásna farebná,
moje srdce plesá…

Maliarskym štetcom ukladám ich na plátno,
tak ako mi ich život denne prináša, všelijako .
Nepýta sa ma akú farbu chcem,
postupne za sebou, prichádzajú len.

Jemné aj drsné farby striedajú sú mi na plátne,
zobrazujú môj život, nie vždy šťastný je …
Čierna farba vpila sa mi hlboko do plátna,
až ma z toho srdce bolí,
neodchádza…

Zelená, nádej mi dáva do druhého dňa.
žltá farba, energiou ma napĺňa,
tak ako slnko,
keď ráno vychádza.

Modrá, keď rukami chcem objať nebo,
tak vysoko sú oblaky,
nejde to …
Na večer prichádzajú sa na oblohu červené zore,
odkladám paletu farieb na ďalší deň,
čo príde… Etela Ágg

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Dobrý večer prajem,

Volám sa Etela Ágg, o pár mesiacov budem mať 62 rokov. Píšem pre svoje potešenie, zatiaľ moje básne nikdy neboli zverejnené.
Pracujem ako učiteľka v špeciálnej materskej škôlke, pracujem s postihnutými detičkami autistami a detičkami s iným postihom. Môj život bol ťažký, nedávno som prišla tragicky o syna, neprajem to žiadnej mame. často vo svojich básňach ukladám svoj žiaľ na papier, dúfam, že môj žiaľ vybledne a prestane bolieť. Píšem pre svoje potešenie. Raz by som chcela vydať básnickú zbierku. Mám spravené video s básňou, ale neviem to sem vložiť.

Poézia v našej krajine je už ojedinelá. Skôr knihy majú úspech o živote ľudí.

YES

TERMALNA KAMERA

Pomoću mentalne termalne kamere
tražim ostatke nečega živog na dnu svoje duše:
možda je tu nešto, dovoljno glupo da je ušlo u kuhinju,
možda se nešto skrivalo u hodniku, iza dva zida,
možda je nešto osjetilo opasnost i sišlo niz stepenice;
a nešto, možda, već se krije oko peći u podrumu,
misleći da ga ovdje neću uhvatiti,
pa ga krećem peći!
Tražim ga, ali ovdje nema ničega.
Htio sam se posavjetovati sa nebom,
Sjećaš li se, bilo je takvog simbola prostora i lakoće?
Kad nemaš šta reći, nikoga pitati, samo se obrati nebu.
Sada je razgovor s nebom potpuno drugačiji.
Sada je nebo napustilo razgovor.
Svaki dan donosi nešto Novo.
Nasuprot tome, Zemlja je postala simbol mira,
ako duboko kopaš,
ako se zakopaš,
i nehotice je zagrliš.
Našao sam neke fraze u pretincu za rukavice svojih sjećanja.
Stojim i pitam se, da li da ih ponesem sa sobom ili da ih ostavim zajedno s ovim kršem i termalnom kamerom koja nije ni za šta korisna.

„nebo je postalo zemlja“
„Novo nebo“ [1] „i pogledah, i, evo, nije bilo čovjeka“ [2]

15.03.2022 Lavov – 14.10.2023 Vilnius

[1] Adam Hlobus – „Novo nebo“
[2] Jeremija 4:25

Translated to Montenegrin by Anđela Turukalo Dabetić
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THERMAL IMAGER

With a help of a mental thermal imager
I am looking for the remnants of something alive on the floors of my soul:
Maybe there is something there, stupid enough to have entered the kitchen,
Maybe something has lurked in the hallway, behind the two walls,
Maybe something has felt danger and dashes down the steps,
And something is, maybe, already sneaking around the heat hub in the basement,
It thinks I won’t get it here,
So here I go grilling it up!
I am looking for it, but there’s nothing here.
I wanted to consult with the sky,
Do you remember, there was such a symbol of space and lightness?
When you have nothing to say, no one to ask, just refer to the skies.
Now the chat with the sky is completely different.
Now the sky has left the chat.
Everyday it brings something New.
The Earth, on the contrary, has become a symbol of calmness,
If you go deep enough,
If you entrench,
And willy-nilly hug it.
Have found some phrases in the glove box of my memories.
Staying and wondering, should I take them with me or should I abandon them together with this hunk of junk and thermal imager which is good for nothing.

«the sky became the earth»
«the New sky» [1] «and I beheld, and, lo, there was no man» [2]

15.03.2022 Lviv – 14.10.2023 Vilnia

[1] Adam Hlobus poem «The new sky»
[2] Jeremiah 4:25

Ales Plotka, translated by the author and Corinne Leech

Ales Plotka. Belarusan from Ukraine, leader of the electro-post-punk band Sož – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U54uLeJwMZc

Sorry, i dont know

Poetry books:
“Baisan” 2015 (Knihazbor, Minsk)
“Lotas na asfalcie” 2020 (Luta Sprava, Kyiv)
“Bloodlands 20/22 Belarus/Ukraine” 2022 (Skaryna press, London)

Translations of prose:
“Pryhody pavijana Tomasa”, Ivan Semesiuck, from Ukrainian, 2017 (Luta Sprava, Kyiv)
“Svinni”, Aliaxandr Czarnukha, from Russian, 2022 (Januszkiewicz, Warszawa)

Translation on poetry:
“Papiarosy”, Jurko Izdryk, from Ukrainian, 2020 (Halijafy, Minsk)

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