tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828122743550958182024-03-14T04:39:01.788-07:00SAN BOJE MIRARada Rajić-Ristićhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091139550551567556noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582812274355095818.post-23192479148471437042011-07-07T03:15:00.000-07:002011-07-07T03:19:00.572-07:00SAVESTNajlepsa savest<br />je cista savest,<br />a tvoja, bliznji moj,<br />kakva je?<br />Vidim te prestrasenog<br />trebalo bi da se vise bojis<br />tvoje savesti,<br />nego Boga.Rada Rajić-Ristićhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091139550551567556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582812274355095818.post-33028721675054798792010-11-17T11:11:00.000-08:002010-11-17T11:17:17.044-08:00"Pod nebom Srbije" u italijanskoj štampi<a href="http://www.ladomenicadivicenza.com/a_ITA_3074_1.html">http://www.ladomenicadivicenza.com/a_ITA_3074_1.html</a><br /><br /><br /><br />U najnovijem broju italijanskog časopisa "La Domenica di Vicenza" predstavljena je knjiga "Pod nebom Srbije" pred prezentaciju u Vićenci , 27. novembra 2010. godine.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiov7r5AJX-gySq2uD_6tjUoKg7nhqdywR8tSzwDoLBzMic8ZmbtIGcgV1-g6TdSRrclwEYQn6NtNFJBH4Y5lYFcCIfcj-R4U1WotQ3oOr7-m3KPulZj89fAjOt0DN_3c-oTbQZr5fVeWw/s1600/Presentation1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiov7r5AJX-gySq2uD_6tjUoKg7nhqdywR8tSzwDoLBzMic8ZmbtIGcgV1-g6TdSRrclwEYQn6NtNFJBH4Y5lYFcCIfcj-R4U1WotQ3oOr7-m3KPulZj89fAjOt0DN_3c-oTbQZr5fVeWw/s320/Presentation1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540598888120270130" /></a>Rada Rajić-Ristićhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091139550551567556noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582812274355095818.post-35123664068455065502010-06-09T13:25:00.000-07:002010-06-09T13:29:29.180-07:00NOĆAS / QUESTA NOTTE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4kZAg034fjHsBPtHuzgfGSecfAEqntKDa47wpMp6schNxDla7d6jwTDtd9Hqcur57zv_uP3CucsZpdAjzOtNBwbxhubM41__2bKXWub3eJlNXXV5jDCIfYaFweRcAGGta2K-Baav83SQ/s1600/Abstract-Woman-on-horse.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4kZAg034fjHsBPtHuzgfGSecfAEqntKDa47wpMp6schNxDla7d6jwTDtd9Hqcur57zv_uP3CucsZpdAjzOtNBwbxhubM41__2bKXWub3eJlNXXV5jDCIfYaFweRcAGGta2K-Baav83SQ/s320/Abstract-Woman-on-horse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480873558798512834" /></a><br /><br /><br />NOĆAS<br /><br />Moja osećanja nemaju stopala,<br />ali hrle ka tebi<br />brže od jata ždralova.<br />Moje srce noćas<br />je darežljivo poput vojnika<br />koji polaže svoj život za otadžbinu.<br /><br /><br />QUESTA NOTTE<br /><br />I miei sentimenti non hanno piedi,<br />ma corrono verso di te<br />più veloce di uno stormo di aironi.<br />Il mio cuore questa notte<br />è generoso come un soldato<br />che offre la sua vita per la patria.<br /><br />Rada Rajić-Ristić <br />(pesma iz zbirke "Pod nebom Srbije" / "Sotto il cielo di Serbia"<br />_____________________________________Rada Rajić-Ristićhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091139550551567556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582812274355095818.post-1124474362889433102010-05-28T11:26:00.000-07:002010-05-30T10:41:15.750-07:00SLOVENSKA DUŠA PEVA NA HINDU<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVh5gJ7XXisRm26U-_RoPmLRrRBPz-51CXvrzJ9DBWCoLTSlcBkxGPWCPK463KefJVathK-nlrTU7v3e0klzqpv_wGWbjufCVvn-KocXLRA5IJveZUFDeJvmR6xZPTkCilMAV0-s1Lthw/s1600/fairies07.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVh5gJ7XXisRm26U-_RoPmLRrRBPz-51CXvrzJ9DBWCoLTSlcBkxGPWCPK463KefJVathK-nlrTU7v3e0klzqpv_wGWbjufCVvn-KocXLRA5IJveZUFDeJvmR6xZPTkCilMAV0-s1Lthw/s320/fairies07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476391565473510914" /></a><br /><br />SLOVENSKA DUŠA<br /><br />Sveće i duše su isto<br />gase se kad se istroše.<br />Kako se zove tvoja duša?<br />Moja je slovenska<br /><br /><br />ANIMA SLAVA<br /><br />Candele ed anime sono uguali<br />si spengono quando si consumano<br />Come si chiama la tua anima?<br />La mia e slava<br /><br /> AATMA SLAVA<br /><br />Mombati or aatma ek jaisi hoti hai; <br />ye buj jaati hai jab inka istemal ho jaye;<br />Aapki aatma kya naam hai?<br />Meri aatma toh slava hai..<br /><br />Rada Rajić-Ristić (pesma iz zbirke "Most među dušama)<br />______________________________________<br />Prepev pesme na hindu uradila je Amanjeet Kaur iz Indije na čemu joj srdačno zahvaljujem<br />________________________________________Rada Rajić-Ristićhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091139550551567556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582812274355095818.post-83106531442048120012010-05-28T00:15:00.000-07:002010-05-28T00:38:34.389-07:00TROGLASNI ODZIV ZOVU DUŠE I SRBIJE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdpfZ2-ZweIqGA4mgzMCJ1qU72cLWQHZzKPCvhWMy3XF8dLpcBPIaTWlBPwqVM6WN0nxNfdbGGoc35MIQl_sQYaVHNc4DeXS9pELM6XktmHdsKjmmxwkPn-ucwnUepo4PHKORBh30YIVs/s1600/pod+nebom+srbije.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdpfZ2-ZweIqGA4mgzMCJ1qU72cLWQHZzKPCvhWMy3XF8dLpcBPIaTWlBPwqVM6WN0nxNfdbGGoc35MIQl_sQYaVHNc4DeXS9pELM6XktmHdsKjmmxwkPn-ucwnUepo4PHKORBh30YIVs/s320/pod+nebom+srbije.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476221844993166322" /></a><br /><br />Iz štampe je izišla nova knjiga stihova - "Pod nebom Srbije" / "Sotto il cielo di Serbia", koautorsko delo tri pesnikinje - Carle Galvan, Rade Rajić-Ristić i Todore Škoro. U ovom troglasju peva se na italijanskom, srpskom, a i nemačkom jeziku.<br /><br />U recenziji za ovu knjigu Marinela Laratro kaže:<br /> Poezija, kao i sva umetnost, najlepši je odziv zovu duše. U zbirci stihova pred nama, „Pod nebom Srbije“ ( „Sotto il cielo di Serbia“) taj odziv je troglasan. I na dva jezika zbori – italijanskom i srpskom. I time ne gubi, nego dobija, širi se, prelazi mnoge granice, baš onako kako duša, čista i poetična, nikad nije priznavala granice, ma kakve.<br /> Okupljene „Pod nebom Srbije“, i u zbirci ovih stihova, i istinski, tri su pesničke duše, različitih sudbina. Carla Galvan, Italijanka po rođenju, koja je podneblje srpsko slučajno otkrila, njime očarana, njemu teži i o njemu peva. Rada Rajić-Ristić, nošena surovošću sudbine više nego sopstvenim izborom, to podneblje je davno napustila, ali tamo, ispod nekog drugog, dalekog neba, u sećanjima i snovima, u nostalgiji, priželjkuje da se pod nebo Srbije vrati. I najzad, Todora Škoro, Srpkinja po rođenju, ispod neba Srbije nikada nije odlazila, kao da nije mogla da preživi taj rastanak, pokazaće njeni stihovi.<br /> Možda se u stihovima ove tri poetese uočava znatna razlika u pesničkom izrazu, u metrici, u načinu stvaranja pesme, ali je to manje važno. Ono što ih povezuje, što ih je i u ovoj knjizi spojilo, jeste sličnost duše i zajednička ljubav prema Srbiji, njenom nebu, njenim svetinjama, njenim ljudima i načinu na koji oni umeju da vole, sličnom ili istom onome kojim vole i one same.<br /><br /><br /> . La Poesia, come tutte le altre artI, è la più bella risposta al richiamo dell'anima. Nella presente raccolta di versi "Sotto il cielo di Serbia" ("Pod nebom Srbije") questa risposta è a tre voci. E parla due lingue - italiano e serbo. Ma con questo non perde nulla, anzi si arricchisce, si espande, attraversa molti confini, proprio come l'anima pura e poetica non ha mai conosciuto confini, di nessun tipo. <br /> Riunite "Sotto il cielo di Serbia" sono, anche in questa raccolta poetica e<br />per davvero, tre anime poetiche, con destini diversi. Catla Galvan, italiana<br />di nascita, ha scoperto per caso i luoghi della Serbia, ne è rimasta incantata,<br />spera di ritornarvi e li canta nei suoi versi. Rada Rajic-Ristic ,portata dalla<br />crudeltà del destino più che da una scelta propria, ha lasciato quei luoghi<br />tanto tempo fa, però laggiù, sotto un altro lontano cielo, desidera nei<br />ricordi, nei sogni e nella nostalgia, tornare sotto il cielo di Serbia. E<br />infine Todora Skoro, serba di nascita, che dal cielo dei Serbia non si è mai<br />allontanata, come non potendo sopravvivere all'addio, e questo è proprio ciò,<br />che leggeremo nei suoi versi. <br /> Forse nei versi di queste tre poetesse sono evidenti differenze significative<br />nell'espressione poetica, nella metrica,nel modo di fare poesia, ma ciò importa<br />poco . Quello che le collega, e che le ha anche unite in questo libro, è<br />l'affinità delle loro anime e il comune amore per la Serbia, per il suo cielo,<br />la sua sacralità, la sua gente e per il modo in cui essa sa amare, simile o<br />uguale a quello in cui sanno amare anche loro.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8gt-rfrVcKk6RnWyrbfwjLfgVaXUbkZfyjSQ8CpvV9hbY3Tmzv9hE3nrfDMMax857HZpopSFm_q6FqwjpaTw1aZgySK_2L0glwPy3GwOHAgwHTGfMLco33khXw1Jq-Q7-tsPmEuWKBMA/s1600/rada+recituje.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8gt-rfrVcKk6RnWyrbfwjLfgVaXUbkZfyjSQ8CpvV9hbY3Tmzv9hE3nrfDMMax857HZpopSFm_q6FqwjpaTw1aZgySK_2L0glwPy3GwOHAgwHTGfMLco33khXw1Jq-Q7-tsPmEuWKBMA/s320/rada+recituje.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476220208362754674" /></a><br /><br /><br />AKO...<br /><br />Ako je samoća<br />premračna za tebe,<br />preseli se u moju dušu.<br /><br />Ako ti je studeno<br />moje srce uvek gori<br />samo za tebe.<br /><br /><br />SE…<br /><br />Se la solitudine<br />è troppo buia per te,<br />trasferisciti nella mia anima.<br /><br />Se hai freddo,<br />il mio cuore è acceso sempre<br />solo per te.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />REČI MOJE MAJKE<br /><br />“Vreme prolazi<br />brže od bola i od sećanja”,<br />reče mi da me utešiš,<br />ili da me uplašiš,<br />kako bih promenila odluku,<br />ili da bih ostala<br />na ognjištu mojih predaka.<br /><br /><br />PAROLE DI MIA MADRE<br /><br />“Il tempo passa<br />più veloce del dolore e dei ricordi”,<br />mi dicesti per consolarmi,<br />o per spaventarmi,<br />per farmi cambiare decisione,<br />o per fermarmi rimanere<br />sul focolare dei miei antenati.<br /><br /><br />Rada Rajic-Ristic<br />_____________________________________Rada Rajić-Ristićhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091139550551567556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582812274355095818.post-74056416651080908962010-05-09T07:34:00.000-07:002010-05-09T07:37:23.684-07:00Zbogom / Adio<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvDPBan89UYcFGl6QE_6aPN42TJXCXsrntzBNGf6gj6J7N-cGsGFAFaD3c6t0UVpcohYLPl_AKtkug_thsEGka3jz3gbhavl-mcwipTXB-o0ktrQ90Fom1tfhy5oA-c23i3klKvy-oac/s1600/plamen+sve%C4%87e+i+dev.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvDPBan89UYcFGl6QE_6aPN42TJXCXsrntzBNGf6gj6J7N-cGsGFAFaD3c6t0UVpcohYLPl_AKtkug_thsEGka3jz3gbhavl-mcwipTXB-o0ktrQ90Fom1tfhy5oA-c23i3klKvy-oac/s320/plamen+sve%C4%87e+i+dev.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469279237613687170" /></a><br /><br />ZBOGOM<br /><br />Lice preplavljeno suzama<br />na kome<br />svaka bora je priča za sebe,<br />izlazim, skoro trčeći,<br />samo da ne vidim<br />kako bol<br />u jednom trenu<br />izobličava tvoje lice.<br />Svako zbogom tebi, majko,<br />moja je jedna krivica.<br /><br /><br />ADDIO<br /><br />Il viso innondato dalle lacrime<br />sul quale,<br />ogni ruga è una storia a sé.<br />Esco, quasi correndo,<br />facendo finta di essere in ritardo,<br />solo per non vedere<br />come il dolore<br />in un attimo,<br />trasforma il tuo viso.<br />Ogni addio, con te madre,<br />è una mia colpa.<br /><br /><br />Rada Rajić-Ristić<br />(pesma iz zbirke "Pod nebom Srbije)<br />_____________________________________Rada Rajić-Ristićhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091139550551567556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582812274355095818.post-75894839966194154202010-04-05T05:53:00.000-07:002010-04-05T06:14:31.953-07:00Naša srca<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWagC5KfXnDw3kst2yRyIwO3vzqO9vqM7QgtkCJXntcmcW4fEP-ekS9HvRZVweZcYO79FJDFcWsiR9ePKU-ZfciNFqD70e3ux0JxwgGgz_M0cBHc9U22HTxd4GwehuBMxjfjolOtmhFCg/s1600/yasna+skorup+krnerta.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWagC5KfXnDw3kst2yRyIwO3vzqO9vqM7QgtkCJXntcmcW4fEP-ekS9HvRZVweZcYO79FJDFcWsiR9ePKU-ZfciNFqD70e3ux0JxwgGgz_M0cBHc9U22HTxd4GwehuBMxjfjolOtmhFCg/s320/yasna+skorup+krnerta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456640960748166386" /></a><br /><br />Srca su nam puna stihova<br />a ruke otežale od obećanja -<br />hodočašće je naša meta,<br />dušu smo ispostili<br />od prezira<br />i sad čekamo<br />pred hramom večnosti<br />da nam jutro otvori vrata.<br /><br /><br />Rada Rajić-Ristić<br />Iz zbirke stihova " Nella valle dei desideri"-2000.<br />___________________________________________________Rada Rajić-Ristićhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091139550551567556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582812274355095818.post-70587304207488012722010-04-02T09:43:00.000-07:002010-04-02T10:21:42.438-07:00Hram Svetog Save<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqhr8lzMdJYa95rtYCzdceLhbI-kGpUgb4yyAzls9_Crzuiw6mudrnGt9DQ7IfybLP0zDcOHGnML-b9jO2hDWgSF1XNyhBYAW41718xHHpBMcf96qnh_ojGWSS4t1tMezv9mTiRz6divc/s1600/hram.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqhr8lzMdJYa95rtYCzdceLhbI-kGpUgb4yyAzls9_Crzuiw6mudrnGt9DQ7IfybLP0zDcOHGnML-b9jO2hDWgSF1XNyhBYAW41718xHHpBMcf96qnh_ojGWSS4t1tMezv9mTiRz6divc/s320/hram.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455591067677795330" /></a><br />Žuriš u visine ponosno,<br />tamo gde nebo<br />od oblaka plete vence.<br />Tvoje kupole su oči<br />kojima bdiš nad nama<br />i dok nazdravljaš sa vremenom<br />ćutiš,<br />ćutanjem potvrđuješ <br />naše postojanje.<br />Postojimo -<br />a kao da nas nema.<br />Drugi nas gaze.<br />Na vrata neumorno kuca<br />surovo vreme,<br />a mi smo prinuđeni<br />da mu otvorimo.<br />Na tvojim oltarima<br />šćućurile se naše molitve:<br />"Spasi nas sad<br />i čuvaj uvek."<br />_________________________<br /><br />Rada Rajić-Ristić<br /><br />Iz zbirke stihova "Srbija u srcu" ("Serbia nel cuore")-2005.god.Rada Rajić-Ristićhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091139550551567556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582812274355095818.post-20432967389611954942010-04-01T02:14:00.000-07:002010-04-01T03:25:12.371-07:00Budite srećni<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQxGVgkv8NOnnKkUu3sBk_tL_JQ4k89lZVu4M0ucxMf76gQUm9WvFhcrulEaiGWZ4ovDpWU_OPSgOS5GCl72NACQ2a8An-onjB4ut39AiUkdlcRsJa0KD72PaS0-7kUmoilpslNp_2Cw/s1600/image014+(1).jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQxGVgkv8NOnnKkUu3sBk_tL_JQ4k89lZVu4M0ucxMf76gQUm9WvFhcrulEaiGWZ4ovDpWU_OPSgOS5GCl72NACQ2a8An-onjB4ut39AiUkdlcRsJa0KD72PaS0-7kUmoilpslNp_2Cw/s320/image014+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455113056245090290" /></a><br />Vi još ne znate<br />kako se zove bol<br />kad vam sunce izlazi na zapadu,<br />a zalazi na istoku.<br /><br />Vi još ne znate <br />kako je teško<br />kad vaša senka hoda ispred vas,<br />a vi je ne prepoznajete.<br /><br />Vi još ne znate<br />kako su gorki glasovi<br />o našim hramovima,<br />čija imena nestaju<br />sa spiska svetskih tekovina.<br /><br />Budite srećni što nikad niste spoznali<br />kako boli otadžbina.<br /><br />Rada Rajić-Ristić<br /><br />Iz zbirke stihova "Miris nostalgije" ("Profumo di nostalgia")-2001<br />___________________________________________________Rada Rajić-Ristićhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091139550551567556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582812274355095818.post-53338273312185473582010-03-28T09:50:00.000-07:002010-03-28T09:53:52.317-07:00Meine SehnsuhtWenn du in meinen Augen<br />Sterne sehen wirst<br />und keine Tranen mehr,<br />wird meine Sehnsucht<br />den Himmel gefunden haben.<br /><br /><br /><br />Rada Rajic-RisticRada Rajić-Ristićhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091139550551567556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582812274355095818.post-31983566666374408572010-03-28T03:26:00.000-07:002010-03-28T03:28:28.819-07:00Zavičajna<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqF4KQFqQ5pyvUpLgQEXMJhhss7-MOtBGLn147VPPz_3wHRx6vLP2KsHYkU41IyqdDTLwP6eWCsLmcbJJheixXXVJkEtbeN6YsHL9lv-mr_qp3Zn21u0UFE4fCoV-PnUPo0qMvo082dro/s1600/homolje.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqF4KQFqQ5pyvUpLgQEXMJhhss7-MOtBGLn147VPPz_3wHRx6vLP2KsHYkU41IyqdDTLwP6eWCsLmcbJJheixXXVJkEtbeN6YsHL9lv-mr_qp3Zn21u0UFE4fCoV-PnUPo0qMvo082dro/s320/homolje.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453629581522308466" /></a><br />Homolje moje,<br />čarobni svete moj,<br />moj neprebole <br />i željo moja<br />poslednja,<br />magiju tvoju<br />nosim u venama,<br />pomešanu sa vrelom krvlju<br />predaka,<br />bilje tvojih planina<br />berem u snovima,<br />na srce ranjeno, iseljeno<br />ga privijam<br />i ne znam što ne zaceli<br />od tebe odvojeno<br />pustim daljinama.<br /><br />Todora ŠkoroRada Rajić-Ristićhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091139550551567556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582812274355095818.post-77863906709804797102010-03-18T11:16:00.000-07:002010-03-18T11:24:03.876-07:00Slawische SeeleKerzen un Seelen gleichen sich<br />sie erloeschen, wenn verbraucht werden.<br />Wie nennt sich deine Seele?<br />Meine ist slawisch.<br /><br />Uebersetzung: Cornelia Veldscholten<br /><br />Pesma Rade Rajic Ristic<br />Iz zbirke stihova "Most medju dusama"Rada Rajić-Ristićhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091139550551567556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582812274355095818.post-4363222245692636352010-03-18T11:00:00.000-07:002010-03-18T11:04:01.643-07:00SaptajPosalji mi jednu zelju<br />po suncu.<br />Zovi me uvek <br />preko vetra,<br />donesi mi jutro <br />na tvojim usnama,<br />i ako poznajes<br />tajnu srece,<br />sapni mi je na tren<br />kraci od lazi.<br /><br />Rada Rajic-Ristic<br /><br />Iz zbirke stihova " Srbija u srcu"Rada Rajić-Ristićhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091139550551567556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582812274355095818.post-57358655223490383462010-03-17T10:51:00.000-07:002010-03-17T11:00:14.775-07:00PenelopaJedna rec<br />je zaspala<br />u mom umornom uhu.<br /><br />Jedan komad proleca<br />zalutao je<br />medju mojim secanjima<br />ljubomorno skrivenim.<br /><br />Prekopavam po listovima<br />zutim od vremena<br />i otkrivam da tvoj glas<br />mirise na iskrenost.<br /><br />Ali je dockan<br />jer je Penelopa<br />pogasila svetla<br />u dvoristu svoje mladosti.<br /><br />Rada Rajic-Ristic<br />Iz zbirke stihova "Nella valle dei desideri" ("U dolini zelja")Rada Rajić-Ristićhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091139550551567556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582812274355095818.post-77786630580528859772010-03-16T10:25:00.000-07:002010-03-16T10:29:55.186-07:00Starci<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlWp4vRQp2tjRHONJQ8X6czXPj7HLbN-sfQshzYZBlp4Bn0RbUrIUMLQ2qJzz0sGJAHMZ9PADEAuyLNGkH0_D1rvxceiGL6V2npL36ruTyMf9-TI1JKXfrEyRiDfju5jkQJc3tIVgDx-I/s1600-h/rada+starci.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlWp4vRQp2tjRHONJQ8X6czXPj7HLbN-sfQshzYZBlp4Bn0RbUrIUMLQ2qJzz0sGJAHMZ9PADEAuyLNGkH0_D1rvxceiGL6V2npL36ruTyMf9-TI1JKXfrEyRiDfju5jkQJc3tIVgDx-I/s320/rada+starci.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449285146684923218" /></a><br />Doći će prošlost da me traži,<br />ali ja ću biti daleko -<br />i bulevar moje mladosti<br />biće ogoljenog drveća,<br />u iščekivanju bezimenih povratnika,<br />onih što ostadoše u tuđini -<br />starci sa govorom svog zavičaja<br />u svojim genima<br />i sa sećanjima na ikone svetaca<br />u čijim očima pleše tišina<br />pravoslavnih crkava.<br /><br />Rada Rajić-Ristić<br />( iz zbirke "Ikone i trnje")<br />______________________________Rada Rajić-Ristićhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091139550551567556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582812274355095818.post-24248939079637551732010-03-14T07:33:00.000-07:002010-03-14T07:35:52.288-07:00SLOVENSKA DUSASvece i duse su isto<br />gase se kad se istrose.<br />Kako se zove tvoja dusa?<br />Moja je slovenska.<br /><br /><br />Rada Rajic Ristic<br />Iz zbirke stihova" Most medju dusama"Rada Rajić-Ristićhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091139550551567556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582812274355095818.post-24564650716344558932010-03-13T10:08:00.000-08:002010-03-13T10:13:15.803-08:00BILO JEDNOMBilo jednom jedno kraljevstvo<br />juznih Slovena,<br />gde je cast bila zakon<br />i gde je zakon bio cast.<br />Bila jednom jedna zemlja<br />juznih Slovena,<br />gde su svi bili drugovi,<br />gde se i ja rodih kao nada,<br />i gde su deca bila buducnost.<br />Bila jednom jedna zvezda<br />sto se ugasi posle oluje.<br /><br />Rada Rajic Ristic<br />Iz zbirke stihova" Most medju dusama"Rada Rajić-Ristićhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091139550551567556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582812274355095818.post-83893568404388823072010-03-11T09:36:00.000-08:002010-03-11T09:40:46.157-08:00OSTANIPrespavaj nocas u mom snu-<br />daleko je zora.<br />Otkini komad pogace<br />i blagoslovi njime<br />sever i jug-<br />istok i zapad.<br />Zapali jednu zelju,<br />umesto svece,<br />za zdravlje vecnosti<br />i ostani u mom snu,<br />kao svedok moga postojanja.<br /><br />Rada Rajic Ristic<br />Iz zbirke stihova "Nella valle dei desideri"("U dolini zelja")Rada Rajić-Ristićhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091139550551567556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582812274355095818.post-39922436814335485962010-03-10T10:24:00.000-08:002010-03-10T10:29:00.563-08:00Moja nostalgijaKad u mojim ocima<br />budes video zvezde,<br />a ne vise suze-<br />moja nostalgija<br />je nasla svoje nebo.<br /><br /><br />Rada Rajic RisticRada Rajić-Ristićhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091139550551567556noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582812274355095818.post-75046256321361326922010-03-07T08:03:00.000-08:002010-03-07T08:07:43.926-08:00Stan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv5RRCyPpgdGlcNmHx0AXa5w07jL7rpSX9xOgVkVaKa6dU8U6wXAPBtIJasTTmhIy-tX02pRKB4Nyy7k1ACIqpVLaotHPB7znYzTYKxMhKEE6FXry16c5tTTZMni8KkiNbRzJx1cCtUww/s1600-h/stan.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv5RRCyPpgdGlcNmHx0AXa5w07jL7rpSX9xOgVkVaKa6dU8U6wXAPBtIJasTTmhIy-tX02pRKB4Nyy7k1ACIqpVLaotHPB7znYzTYKxMhKEE6FXry16c5tTTZMni8KkiNbRzJx1cCtUww/s320/stan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445924041438863554" /></a><br /><br />Tamo gde stanuje duša<br />nalazi se nevinost misli,<br />sa kojih je svučeno zlo.<br />Tamo se greške peru<br />uprkos starosnom dobu,<br />i tamo poniznost ume da prašta<br />bez žaljenja.<br />Jedino tamo<br />gde stanuje duša,<br />naći ćeš istinu.<br /><br />Rada Rajić-RistićRada Rajić-Ristićhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091139550551567556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582812274355095818.post-29354887680912563112010-03-05T03:16:00.000-08:002010-03-05T03:19:16.746-08:00Tvoj osmeh<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ6LO8K9iaUtEqXKftgWHTSmAQXc_cLsaxzGC0J_m_UUSvqOjs0auxqfLX8xLSnEtBDEwKA6YZpgYyQEWnw8Y_7IQhNBPDHHYsQwfVY3IYfKBNiP_l2OSZqKhQjRZLqTfQ150s6Hayqag/s1600-h/zraci+u+ruci.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ6LO8K9iaUtEqXKftgWHTSmAQXc_cLsaxzGC0J_m_UUSvqOjs0auxqfLX8xLSnEtBDEwKA6YZpgYyQEWnw8Y_7IQhNBPDHHYsQwfVY3IYfKBNiP_l2OSZqKhQjRZLqTfQ150s6Hayqag/s320/zraci+u+ruci.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445107717235683490" /></a><br /><br />Rukama nevinijim od nevinosti<br />uhvatila sam sunce<br />i hitnula ga na tvoje usne<br />od mramora,<br />tako je rođen tvoj osmeh.<br /><br />Rada Rajić-Ristić<br />iz zbirke "Ikone i trnje"Rada Rajić-Ristićhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091139550551567556noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582812274355095818.post-12276943175381623802010-03-03T08:00:00.000-08:002010-03-03T08:04:06.190-08:00SUZE I VINOTe veceri<br />u tvojoj casi<br />hladno vino,<br />a u mojoj-<br />tople suze.<br />Te veceri <br />podjoh da sretnem<br />nepoznato<br />s one strane Jadrana.<br /> <br />Rada Rajic Ristic<br />Iz zbirke stihova" Srbija u srcu"Rada Rajić-Ristićhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091139550551567556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582812274355095818.post-86055087566307605082010-03-01T22:55:00.000-08:002010-03-01T23:00:32.963-08:00Jedan tužni pajac<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOtyJhb2bJPPZj4oWjc2-yuIQhgunw78qNirKRU7Jf1h9v7qCceYl0b6e2d8kQoDDdK95xUov3qLa3ZQNOqJWYkzpxxzHqbzqySyEHcEJClLDvcF7ovcfAjbydpcOwA0Cc3SMkaWu7csM/s1600-h/tuzni+pajac.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOtyJhb2bJPPZj4oWjc2-yuIQhgunw78qNirKRU7Jf1h9v7qCceYl0b6e2d8kQoDDdK95xUov3qLa3ZQNOqJWYkzpxxzHqbzqySyEHcEJClLDvcF7ovcfAjbydpcOwA0Cc3SMkaWu7csM/s320/tuzni+pajac.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443927749609494962" /></a><br />Jednoga dana, kada moji roditelji<br />budu otišli da se odmore<br />iza ugla života,<br />ko će čuvati prag naše kuće<br />pune uspomena?<br />U sobi detinjstva,<br />jedan tužni pajac<br />još s odanošću iščekuje<br />povratak one<br />koja nije više devojčica.<br /><br />Rada Rajić-RistićRada Rajić-Ristićhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091139550551567556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582812274355095818.post-28281144313806352942010-02-28T01:52:00.000-08:002010-02-28T02:08:54.027-08:00JEZIK ISKRENOSTITamo gde sam ja rodjena<br />zelje<br />se srecu sa orlovima.<br />Tamo gde sam ja rodjena<br />lica govore<br />bez reci,<br />oci se smeju<br />bez osmeha.<br />Tamo gde sam ja rodjena,<br />srce govori<br />jezikom iskrenosti.Rada Rajić-Ristićhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091139550551567556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582812274355095818.post-24601549616164515442010-02-27T07:21:00.000-08:002010-02-27T08:11:37.409-08:00Srbija<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH_sncHSf_-gIhyphenhyphenZcJ81K0VenpD327J_zKDLPWGNA_ZGNdVs634VrL1MKsCKzX1d4UVWlw08Iu2kLR-k-4RMD1dyb_2Ft6YoyCAnvr-arGqHdR2pxDtAuAbgrz0nVW2Q9VSHlM6qjK-ok/s1600-h/grb+srbije.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH_sncHSf_-gIhyphenhyphenZcJ81K0VenpD327J_zKDLPWGNA_ZGNdVs634VrL1MKsCKzX1d4UVWlw08Iu2kLR-k-4RMD1dyb_2Ft6YoyCAnvr-arGqHdR2pxDtAuAbgrz0nVW2Q9VSHlM6qjK-ok/s320/grb+srbije.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442956547192260146" /></a><br /><br /><br />Imenica ženskog roda,<br />jednina,<br />ali množina moje ljubavi,<br />sadašnje i buduće vreme<br />mojih tuga.<br /><br />Rada Rajić RistićRada Rajić-Ristićhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091139550551567556noreply@blogger.com2