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2 poèmes écrits par Bojana pendant la guerre en Bosnie.  

FOR LITTLE SOULS

Oh, Little souls.

Just born...Just died...

Who could be so cuel

To steal your smile..

Oh, Little souls..

Little hearts..

Who was so cuel

To steal your dreams...

People are strange

They gave the children

darkness instead of playing

And joy...

  


dunt

 I HAD A TREE ..

I had a tree

My friend...

It lived at the end

of my street

I didn't know that

I loved

Its arms couloured

In green

Ididn't know  that

Its soul

Was part of my life

And me..

I had a tree

My friend...

IIt bore singing birds

In it soul

I loved itT

But didn't know..

Until the war has come

And we remained

Alone..




Who was so cruel

To destroy,

All that you had

IIn your chests

Oh, Little souls,

I hope that you will be born

Again in the space...

Maybe like small, beautiful birds...

That sky  and the stars will give you

The kiss,

Instead of mothers'...



Maybe you will existe again,

like small beautiful flowers..

Oh no, it's so hard to stand

Oh no, it's so hard to know

That you are here no more

That you are here no more…



Gorazde, 09.11.1993


I had a tree

My friend...

When the war came

We met,

Like for the first time..

Ii didn't ask me

Where was my smile

It didn't ask me

Where were my friends

It knew

It was war

And time

When everything

Fades and ends..

I had a tree

My friend...

When the war came

We met,

We fett each others' hearts..

I didn't ask it

Where its arms

I didn't ask it

Where were its birds


I couln't help it

To survive harms

We bozh remained

Without springs...

I had a tree

My friend...

It lived at the end

Of my street

I left, but even

Away, I meet

It's sadness in me..




Pale, 06.01.1995


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