{"id":63121,"date":"2017-06-15T02:59:27","date_gmt":"2017-06-15T02:59:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/?p=63121"},"modified":"2017-06-15T02:59:27","modified_gmt":"2017-06-15T02:59:27","slug":"ezust-hid-srebrni-most-vasvija-dedic-bacevac-verse","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/?p=63121","title":{"rendered":"Ez\u00fcst h\u00edd &#8211; Srebrni most: Vasvija Dedi\u0107-Ba\u010devac verse"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"padding-left: 60px;\"><em><strong>Feh\u00e9r Ill\u00e9s m\u0171ford\u00edt\u00e1saib\u00f3l<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<h2><strong>M\u00faltid\u00e9z\u0151 blues \u2013 Nostalgi\u010dni bluz<\/strong><\/h2>\n<p>Ki is vagyok?<br \/>\nA v\u00e9gtelen \u0171rben par\u00e1nyi szemcse.<br \/>\nAsszony, alm\u00e1v\u00e1, f\u00fcg\u00e9v\u00e9,<br \/>\nanyai szeretett\u00e9 v\u00e1ltozott eml\u0151kkel, tint\u00e1val megig\u00e9zett ir\u00f3nnal.<br \/>\nKeserny\u00e9s, \u00e1lmodoz\u00f3 m\u00falttal tele b\u0151r\u00f6nddel, sz\u00e9tsz\u00f3rt eml\u00e9kekkel.<!--more--><br \/>\nTudnom kell, de semmit sem \u00e9rtek.<br \/>\nM\u00e1sk\u00e9nt is lehetne, ha megsz\u0171nne<br \/>\nez a szenved\u00e9lyt\u0151l is forr\u00f3bb, k\u00e9jesebb s\u00f3v\u00e1rg\u00e1s,<br \/>\nmely csillagokkal elvar\u00e1zsolt Cig\u00e1nyl\u00e1nyk\u00e9nt a v\u00e9r\u00e1ramban csobog \u00e9s csepeg.<br \/>\nAz \u00e9rtelmetlennek mi az \u00e9rtelme?<br \/>\nAny\u00e1mnak meg\u00edg\u00e9rtem, boldog leszek.<br \/>\nM\u00e1r nem vagyok biztos abban, ez mit jelent, \u0151 pedig csak feh\u00e9r felleg,<br \/>\nsz\u00e1momra el\u00e9rhetetlen messzes\u00e9gben,<br \/>\nak\u00e1r a hold megt\u00f6rt t\u00fckr\u00e9b\u0151l var\u00e1zslatosan visszaver\u0151d\u0151 f\u00f6ld,<br \/>\namelyr\u0151l gyakran \u00e1lmodok.<br \/>\nK\u00f6z\u00e9pkor\u00fa n\u0151, aki a vir\u00e1got anyai gondoss\u00e1ggal \u00f6nt\u00f6zi<br \/>\n\u00e9s az \u00e1lmodoz\u00f3 \u00e1rv\u00e1csk\u00e1nak bizalmasan suttog,<br \/>\nsemmi sincs \u00fagy, ahogy volt.<br \/>\nA sz\u00ednh\u00e1z k\u00e1v\u00e9z\u00f3ja v\u00e9letlen tal\u00e1lkoz\u00e1sokkal, kiloccsant itallal<br \/>\n\u00e9s m\u00faltid\u00e9z\u0151 blues hangjaival telt.<\/p>\n<p>Magassark\u00fa cip\u0151kben botladoznak a v\u00e1gyakkal, illatszerekkel,<br \/>\na koraest \u00e9rzelg\u0151s k\u00e9p\u00e9vel elb\u00f3d\u00edtott asszonyok.<br \/>\nA cs\u00f3k \u00e9des \u00edz\u00e9t az \u00e9ppen felgy\u00fajtott v\u00e1rosi kivil\u00e1g\u00edt\u00e1s, f\u00e9rfitestillat,<br \/>\nrohan\u00f3 gondolatok veszik el.<br \/>\n\u00dajabb katasztr\u00f3f\u00e1kr\u00f3l sz\u00e1mol be az \u00e1lmos bemond\u00f3.<br \/>\n\u00c1rvizek, f\u00f6ldreng\u00e9sek, h\u00e1bor\u00fak, menek\u00fcltek \u00e1radata,<br \/>\na repce meg a l\u00e1gy f\u00f6ldeken mindent megvetve vir\u00e1gzik,<br \/>\nmintha a napon \u00e9s v\u00edzen k\u00edv\u00fcl, m\u00e1s nem is l\u00e9tezne.<br \/>\nAz utcai l\u00e1tv\u00e1nyt\u00f3l el\u00e1mulva<br \/>\n\u00e1llok meg a pap\u00edr tisztas\u00e1ga \u00e9s az \u00e9g k\u00f6z\u00f6tt.<br \/>\nA leg\u00e9ny \u00e9s a bakfis szerelemt\u0151l megig\u00e9zetten nevetg\u00e9l.<br \/>\nSemmi sincs \u00fagy, ahogy volt, de a vonatok tov\u00e1bbra is<br \/>\nmenetrend szerint k\u00f6zlekednek.<br \/>\nF\u00e1raszt\u00f3an hossz\u00fa, egyhang\u00fa el\u0151ad\u00e1sban j\u00e1tszom,<br \/>\n\u00e1m a m\u00e1sodik felvon\u00e1st m\u00e9g nem \u00edrtam meg.<br \/>\nA v\u00edgasz csak olcs\u00f3 hirdet\u00e9s,<br \/>\nk\u00fcl\u00f6nben a vir\u00e1gok itt is n\u0151nek \u00e9s csillagokkal d\u00edsz\u00edtettek az \u00e9jjelek.<br \/>\nSemmi sem enyh\u00edtheti a rossz k\u00f6z\u00e9rzetet<br \/>\nmert az \u00e9szaki sz\u00e9l elvitte a forgat\u00f3k\u00f6nyv oldalait.<br \/>\nSaj\u00e1t \u00e1rny\u00e9kunkk\u00e9nt<br \/>\nvalami n\u00e9vtelenbe, mint a sz\u00e9l megfoghatatlanba,<br \/>\nillat \u00e9s alak n\u00e9lk\u00fcl csepeg a semmi.<br \/>\nEz nem a szerelem \u00e9s a k\u00f6lt\u00e9szet kora.<br \/>\nEbben a hi\u00fas\u00e1ggal, \u00e9rtelmetlens\u00e9ggel kikezdett vil\u00e1gban<br \/>\nsemmi sincs \u00fagy, ahogy volt.<br \/>\nA f\u00f6ldgoly\u00f3 nyugodtan bolyong a kozmikus t\u00e9rben.<\/p>\n<p><em>Ko sam ja?<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Maju\u0161na \u010destica u beskona\u010dnosti svemira.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u017dena sa dojkama preobra\u017eenim<\/em><br \/>\n<em>u jabuke, smokve, toplinu maj\u010dinstva, tintom za\u010darane pisaljke.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Melankoli\u010dni sanjar s koferom punim pro\u0161losti i rasutih sje\u0107anja.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Moram da znam a ne razumijem ni\u0161ta.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Ne\u0161to bi moglo biti druga\u010dije ako bi prestala ova \u010de\u017enja,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> vrelija i pohotnija od po\u017eude<\/em><br \/>\n<em> \u0161to \u017eubori i rominja krvotokom kao zvjezdama op\u010dinjena Cigan\u010dica.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u0160ta je smisao besmisla?<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Majci sam obe\u0107ala da \u0107u biti sretna.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Vi\u0161e nisam sigurna \u0161ta je to, a ona je samo bijeli oblak,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>nedosti\u017ean mom vidokrugu,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> kao i zemlja koju \u010desto sanjam sa magli\u010dastim odrazom<\/em><br \/>\n<em>u napuklom ogledalu mjeseca.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Srednjovje\u010dna \u017eena maj\u010dinski bri\u017eno zalijeva cvije\u0107e<\/em><br \/>\n<em> i povjerljivo \u0161apu\u0107e sanjivoj ma\u0107uhici,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>ni\u0161ta nije kao \u0161to je bilo.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Pozori\u0161na kafana miri\u0161e slu\u010dajnim susretima, prosutim pi\u0107em<\/em><br \/>\n<em> i zvukovima nostalgi\u010dnog bluza.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u017dene posr\u0107u na visokim potpeticama omamljene po\u017eudom,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>parfemom i romanti\u010dnom slikom predve\u010derje.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Tek upaljena svjetla usidrenog grada, miris mu\u0161kog tijela,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>galop misli prekida slatko\u0107u poljupca.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Pospani spiker izvje\u0161tava o novim katastrofama.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Poplave, zemljotresi, ratovi, kolone izbjeglica<\/em><br \/>\n<em>a uljana repica bezobzirno cvjeta na mekim poljanama<\/em><br \/>\n<em>kao da ne postoji ni\u0161ta osim sunca i vode.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Izme\u0111u bjeline hartije i neba zastajem<\/em><br \/>\n<em>ulovljena prizorom na ulici.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Mladi\u0107 i djevojka se kiko\u0107u zagolicani plami\u010dcima ljubavi.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Ni\u0161ta nije kao \u0161to je bilo a vozovi i dalje huk\u0107u<\/em><br \/>\n<em> po voznom redu.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Igram u predstavi zamorno dugoj i jednoli\u010dnoj,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>a jo\u0161 nisam smislila drugi \u010din.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Utjeha zvu\u010di kao jeftina reklama,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>pa i ovdje raste cvije\u0107e i no\u0107i su obasute zvijezdama.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Ni\u0161ta ne mo\u017ee ubla\u017eiti ru\u017eni osje\u0107aj<\/em><br \/>\n<em>da je listove iz scenarija odnio sjeverni vjetar.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Bez mirisa i oblika kaplje praznina u ne\u0161to bezimeno<\/em><br \/>\n<em>i neuhvatljivo poput vjetra,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>poput vlastite sjene.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Lo\u0161a vremena za ljubav i poeziju.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Ni\u0161ta nije kao \u0161to je bilo u ovom svijetu<\/em><br \/>\n<em>izgri\u017eenom egoizmom i besmislom.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Planeta zemlja spokojno krstari kosmi\u010dkim putanjama<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Ford\u00edtotta: Feh\u00e9r Ill\u00e9s<\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Vasvija Dedi\u0107-Ba\u010devac (Banja Luka, 1962)<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/feherilles.blogspot.ro\/\"><strong>Forr\u00e1s: Ez\u00fcst h\u00edd-Srebrni most<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Feh\u00e9r Ill\u00e9s m\u0171ford\u00edt\u00e1saib\u00f3l M\u00faltid\u00e9z\u0151 blues \u2013 Nostalgi\u010dni bluz Ki is vagyok? A v\u00e9gtelen \u0171rben par\u00e1nyi szemcse. Asszony, alm\u00e1v\u00e1, f\u00fcg\u00e9v\u00e9, anyai szeretett\u00e9 v\u00e1ltozott eml\u0151kkel, tint\u00e1val megig\u00e9zett ir\u00f3nnal. Keserny\u00e9s, \u00e1lmodoz\u00f3 m\u00falttal tele b\u0151r\u00f6nddel, sz\u00e9tsz\u00f3rt eml\u00e9kekkel.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-63121","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-vers"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63121","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=63121"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63121\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=63121"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=63121"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=63121"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}