tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41723111865894326342024-03-17T17:26:46.792+01:00Hrvatski PjesniciMasa Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02762517459466027371noreply@blogger.comBlogger1297125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172311186589432634.post-80274839421907331802024-03-17T17:25:00.006+01:002024-03-17T17:25:47.225+01:00OVDJE U SRCU<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ovdje u srcu osjećam buru,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ovdje u srcu osjećam jugo,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ovdje u srcu nitko me neće<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Spriječit da volim te dugo – dugo.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ovdje u srcu nešto me peče,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nešto me hladi, nešto me grije,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ovdje u srcu osjećam: ništa<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nije kao što bilo je prije.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ovdje u srcu osjećam nadu,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Osjećam čežnju, osjećam radost,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ovdje u srcu osjećam sretan<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Da mi se s tobom vratila mladost.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">O vile vi naše, o sestrice bijele,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Još dakle, na zemlji vas ima,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Još vodite kolo gdje šumore jele<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">U planinskim luzima tima.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Vladimir Nazor</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHePLiBJ3gh7ZI9EzrcTPcV1NOjmPMYBDpxWeR9jr24AJW7BZQP6kHzyHr5mIiKTQtwjeLLDLy9lpbCRUJZxXTessMZ5GIT3ll7l2W3N-76YzlwM_aUY031RC6YUhjBmQR8SbNHES8ezWCL1kSHPELw4_hjoGHbYowx7_UF5N4WxHrMFMz_DMAD3SWdA/s4000/0101410.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2248" data-original-width="4000" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHePLiBJ3gh7ZI9EzrcTPcV1NOjmPMYBDpxWeR9jr24AJW7BZQP6kHzyHr5mIiKTQtwjeLLDLy9lpbCRUJZxXTessMZ5GIT3ll7l2W3N-76YzlwM_aUY031RC6YUhjBmQR8SbNHES8ezWCL1kSHPELw4_hjoGHbYowx7_UF5N4WxHrMFMz_DMAD3SWdA/w640-h360/0101410.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Baška Voda<br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>Masa Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02762517459466027371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172311186589432634.post-61883620548726848822024-03-14T20:13:00.005+01:002024-03-14T20:13:31.970+01:00MOJE PJESME<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Siromašne pjesme moje,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Što će iz vas jadnih biti:<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Stalno već za ljeto koje<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Vas i mene prah će kriti.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nisam Dante, ni Petrarca,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Da vas složim, kako treba,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Al se u vam blista žarka<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Divna ljubav južnog neba.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nisam Byron ni s daleka,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Mickiewicz svome rodu,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Al vas mnoga nije l’ jeka<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Zdvojna klika za slobodu?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nisam Puškin divske snage,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Niti Shakespeare uma jaka,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ali vi ste suze blage<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Patnika i poštenjaka.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ta ja nikad i ne smijem<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">K njihovome stić vrhuncu,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Al sam sretan, što se smijem<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Na njihovu grijat suncu.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I kad mlada duša moja<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Na njihovu žaru plane,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Možda ipak iskra koja<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Samosvojna u svijet pane.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Možda ipak ljudi hladni<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ne će me po kalu vući,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Što sam sav svoj život jadni<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Probavio pjevajući.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Možda ipak srce koje<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kadkada i nas spomene,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Siromašne pjesme moje,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kad ne bude vas i mene.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><i>August Harambašić</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHVBGWkZdkuPItOUCIma9XVM11UUuhXDIEV8WB9U7rt6223HHwz-P9YLOtiXEU4NJ97EJXQ9KFULgy_YNKj5YtfU2P_1_tSJsW7FoKcyyFUTRO4jZywCI2RDSQH5xC_iNAGNU_xQPDrlXT5759rT3aIEo6QUv2PlrsB9gn0t6SPQiikxqmuueDGICSuw/s5184/IMG_9144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2912" data-original-width="5184" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHVBGWkZdkuPItOUCIma9XVM11UUuhXDIEV8WB9U7rt6223HHwz-P9YLOtiXEU4NJ97EJXQ9KFULgy_YNKj5YtfU2P_1_tSJsW7FoKcyyFUTRO4jZywCI2RDSQH5xC_iNAGNU_xQPDrlXT5759rT3aIEo6QUv2PlrsB9gn0t6SPQiikxqmuueDGICSuw/w640-h360/IMG_9144.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><i>Solin</i></span></div>Masa Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02762517459466027371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172311186589432634.post-58692626173360037072024-03-12T20:49:00.006+01:002024-03-12T20:49:50.303+01:00GRAD<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Vječno neki Grad<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">kroz moj život<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">vječno tramway koji pjeva<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">mjesto ševa<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">vječno šumor jednog kamenoga tijela</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Život Grada!<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I moj život atom Gradova života!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pad tamnih časova povrh Grada!<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nad glavom mu prolaze oluje<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">pune mrtvih stvari<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">i krikova mračno pomorene djece<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">kroz ulice noći pune zločinaca!<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Užasnute<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">moje oči bježe<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">pune odbljeska oluje što bjesni<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Opet<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">uho čuje iza sebe Grad ko ubicu<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">On je za mnom<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">sa mnom<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">vječno<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I u moje misli pada<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">crn i velik kao Smrt</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><i>Antun Branko Šimić</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD5UogX4ufJInKXlFVPkKPV1ccgGae8yjmsjnhEseVqqMqS2BZUExz5X0LBK92y99vd-v68pOmSrGvsqJaK6AdeahNtK98WnHAMMUmzD47XjlMZctb_0Uf4Zo9z7azA5eizh72gfjMiM-ewfeyn6IITAcEnT1XUTdwfjJLJKfRtuF8Mvyg5CrlKI5EcQ/s3648/IMG_6933.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="3648" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD5UogX4ufJInKXlFVPkKPV1ccgGae8yjmsjnhEseVqqMqS2BZUExz5X0LBK92y99vd-v68pOmSrGvsqJaK6AdeahNtK98WnHAMMUmzD47XjlMZctb_0Uf4Zo9z7azA5eizh72gfjMiM-ewfeyn6IITAcEnT1XUTdwfjJLJKfRtuF8Mvyg5CrlKI5EcQ/w640-h360/IMG_6933.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><i>Zagreb</i></span></div>Masa Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02762517459466027371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172311186589432634.post-73366858243562941812024-03-11T19:26:00.006+01:002024-03-11T19:26:58.648+01:00EJ, NA KRIŽ, NA KRIŽ<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ej, na križ, na križ s pjesmom o slobodi,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Te gromne žice kaljajte rugobom,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dovikujte, da moj ju zanos rodi<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tek zato, da bi trovat mogla zlobom.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Vi silni ljudi, kad vas pjesma prene<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Uz grozni vapaj iz sna blaženika,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kad gladni zub vam – kao u hijene –<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Razdrobit segne – ljuta buntovnika!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Al čista pjesma pobjedna se vije,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I silni na gnjev smiješi vam se rađe,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dok jedno želi i dok slatko snije,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Da ni raj ne bi snivat mogo slađe!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Slobode pjesma pjevajući moli,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Za narod bdije ma i mutnim okom,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pod križem pada, da olakša boli,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tek zato živi – Bog joj je svjedokom!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I što ju briga, da će šiba gnjeva<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Na leđa past joj ionako jadna,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ta prorok joj je sretan, kada pjeva:<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ja sit sam, jer mi braća nisu gladna!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pa nek vam dakle svaka šala prosta,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pošteno pero slabu jači ruku;<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Prokun’te pjesmu – pjesniku je dosta,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Da pjesmom svojom tare suze puku!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><i>Silvije Strahimir Kranjčević</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc625HGvEVr9bBKxchRJS4yZAUcPTBIBcmYDzctYGH_VVGGclJoD3byjHOcl2PLZyuJ_RFAaRLgxdgRBDNrNhQczu5ASkYRTs4svzwvg-_rtaBRUXyUqbFLXlbBnMBJRRbokvRZccduww3oHX2eqh8eACbs0z-Me2pKPlS47jkNjXWnWQ2jN5aQH8A0w/s3648/IMG_6885.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="3648" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc625HGvEVr9bBKxchRJS4yZAUcPTBIBcmYDzctYGH_VVGGclJoD3byjHOcl2PLZyuJ_RFAaRLgxdgRBDNrNhQczu5ASkYRTs4svzwvg-_rtaBRUXyUqbFLXlbBnMBJRRbokvRZccduww3oHX2eqh8eACbs0z-Me2pKPlS47jkNjXWnWQ2jN5aQH8A0w/w640-h360/IMG_6885.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><i>Zagreb</i></span></div>Masa Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02762517459466027371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172311186589432634.post-81028002900301359842024-03-10T15:49:00.005+01:002024-03-10T15:49:37.879+01:00RADI!<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Od zipke pa do groba<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tek kratak vam je put,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tek tren je ljudsko doba,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sav život san i slut;</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ne drijemaj zato, pobro,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Koracaj čil i smjel;<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pa radi vazda dobro<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kô čovjek čitav, cijel.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pa čekali te jadi,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pa raso putem trn,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Moj brajne, radi, radi,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Bud svijetal dan il’ crn.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Jer majka tebe rodi,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Da slijediš valjan smjer;<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Preživajuć se plodi<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tek glupa, nijema zvijer.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ti dodaj zrno svoje<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Za velik ljudski rod,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I dat će djelo tvoje<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Blagotvor, sretan plod.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">A hvala bit će trudu<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Do kašnjih svijeta ljet’,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Da nijesi baš zaludu<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Na ovaj došô svijet.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>August Šenoa</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhybK8MnepJR3kCAeH5wdzFhzGe3KpyUVfoPxwerQyV2GhQ6u8gnXQEB-FE-4sIkiG0_IeBG68xYYFNLeWDwsCHZdMQipD91UYdsl5f4OZGQKTbpv3Bl5BhkhU1JSI4v9LmDR2lEEESnLWWJN-yDFFFfLIPgLFYVf7593FLBJhA8hA4kLqK6-qaROrT7g/s3648/IMG_6927.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="3648" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhybK8MnepJR3kCAeH5wdzFhzGe3KpyUVfoPxwerQyV2GhQ6u8gnXQEB-FE-4sIkiG0_IeBG68xYYFNLeWDwsCHZdMQipD91UYdsl5f4OZGQKTbpv3Bl5BhkhU1JSI4v9LmDR2lEEESnLWWJN-yDFFFfLIPgLFYVf7593FLBJhA8hA4kLqK6-qaROrT7g/w640-h360/IMG_6927.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><i>Zagreb</i></span></div>Masa Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02762517459466027371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172311186589432634.post-50663864457198258172024-03-08T20:46:00.006+01:002024-03-08T20:46:49.041+01:00PUTOVAH...<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Mi vozimo se. Polagano kola<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Uz brijeg nas vuku u ponoćnoj tami.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Daleko sjaju zvijezde – mi smo sami;<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">A pod nama se sjaji magla dola – </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ko vestalka si, ko svetica nujna!<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I ruke su ti voštane i blijede,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">U mrak ti tone čelo, kosa bujna,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I tvoje usne kao da se lede…</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I kao da se ledi svjetlost plaha<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sa zamagljene svjetiljke na kolih –<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Na tamni plašt mi liježe poput straha,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I pline, kao suze što ih prolih…</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Vladimir Vidrić</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitnzQzS4glcg4Om4fspWEddRAQ4REPZ87JygcpRywJIi2lzj28FDPcBZDnMeuPQe-OW1dFtWLUJ6h8KKRDe7b3y67PliuWQnZ_4NCdjvqp7-l_VMczEzngy7DVrjRdAM_GCTv8YmXrQ6T6kUF8QAKtDk509JeM8e4Cr2mm5GA86NOHPPzSH_y2vTZANg/s3648/IMG_7195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="3648" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitnzQzS4glcg4Om4fspWEddRAQ4REPZ87JygcpRywJIi2lzj28FDPcBZDnMeuPQe-OW1dFtWLUJ6h8KKRDe7b3y67PliuWQnZ_4NCdjvqp7-l_VMczEzngy7DVrjRdAM_GCTv8YmXrQ6T6kUF8QAKtDk509JeM8e4Cr2mm5GA86NOHPPzSH_y2vTZANg/w640-h360/IMG_7195.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div>Zagreb<br /><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></i></div>Masa Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02762517459466027371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172311186589432634.post-47065412931873848382024-03-07T22:08:00.002+01:002024-03-07T22:08:04.580+01:00SPOMEN NA SPLIT<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pri morju, pri plavomu morju,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">kak senja je z kamena grad,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">tam želje navek mi letiju,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">tam pak bi se vrnuti rad.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tam sunce je žarko kak ogenj,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">i mehko zna dragati val,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">tam dan se oprašća tak težko,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">ostavit je morje mu žal.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tu car je zezidal si dvore,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">pred puno i puno sto let,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">tu naša je v mramoru slava,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">pod poljem, gde trn je i cvet.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nad gradom se breg zazelenil,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">vse pute zasenil je bor,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">v daljini su otoki, mesta<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">i morje i nebo odzgor.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Na otoku grad je jen mali,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">vu morje je štel da beži,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">al nisu ga lepoga dali,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">za obalu zid ga drži.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Vu luki se njišeju ladje,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">il roj se metulov to sel,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">vsi šari, a dalko, tak dalko<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">još jeden je mali i bel.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Na hridi su črne ciprese<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">i veter si z vali šumi,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">tu grobje muči i počiva,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">tu sladko i dugo se spi.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Al v gradu je očih kak sunce<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">i rečih kak mesečna noć,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">i komu vu srce su došle,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ne da i ne da mu se proć.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">– Pri morju, pri plavomu morju<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">kak živa popevka je kraj,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">tam lepo bi živeti bilo<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">i lepo vumreti takaj.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Dragutin Domjanić</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFfwSjPMMCqQTWfacz9jPtW8DgZXqNl_TwRJOp7knyJy8M0NkVlHYBMh4wiEq9flgFnY8aX0VZiKInjm54Vj2Sf1MG2jUIhkAs7Jd77ysKIU0QJ5PBL4sLLsIf6cq0FpcizGOt4WLJRxMHMPuLykid_5O_D4I0fEH68PopdvmGEgtjABKhaq6FIr1IgQ/s4000/P1280344.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2248" data-original-width="4000" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFfwSjPMMCqQTWfacz9jPtW8DgZXqNl_TwRJOp7knyJy8M0NkVlHYBMh4wiEq9flgFnY8aX0VZiKInjm54Vj2Sf1MG2jUIhkAs7Jd77ysKIU0QJ5PBL4sLLsIf6cq0FpcizGOt4WLJRxMHMPuLykid_5O_D4I0fEH68PopdvmGEgtjABKhaq6FIr1IgQ/w640-h360/P1280344.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Split</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></i></div>Masa Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02762517459466027371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172311186589432634.post-37740003472217255652024-03-06T21:23:00.001+01:002024-03-06T21:23:01.888+01:00ČAMAC<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Noćna tišina svud se krili<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I prepun sjete topli mir,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Negdje tek stari klavir cvili<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I zrakom luta netopir,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pa buni sjetu – topli mir.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Srebrenom vodom dolje pliva<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pun mjesečine čamac sam,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kao da nojca u njem sniva,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Gdje čudan modar gori plam.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Lagacko plovi čamac sam.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Šuteći pokraj žala stojim…<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">– O, hoće l’ ikad natrag doć<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Vozeći Sreću?… Ja se bojim<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Da čarna će ga zavest noć<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I nikad više neće doć…</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><i>Antun Branko Šimić</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgizIqu2zjwmPIlN1A1EuPXj6nHTgYbQud2z0Gmk_xjNHXPTi9QrqKtRB8fdtDkhiu_8PhKVGYwDDaK6rk9LkDEyCR_IFdO2UaUz20YKb37MslhJgv4Cp83-Txw5VryFRxnGKjihonn-6-QvSFp-OmqIMdNtWYu7G_D9VM2OlXKRPjnEyYs7QfOUMM7VQ/s2560/20160806_171107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="2560" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgizIqu2zjwmPIlN1A1EuPXj6nHTgYbQud2z0Gmk_xjNHXPTi9QrqKtRB8fdtDkhiu_8PhKVGYwDDaK6rk9LkDEyCR_IFdO2UaUz20YKb37MslhJgv4Cp83-Txw5VryFRxnGKjihonn-6-QvSFp-OmqIMdNtWYu7G_D9VM2OlXKRPjnEyYs7QfOUMM7VQ/w640-h360/20160806_171107.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><i>Bol na Braču</i></span></div>Masa Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02762517459466027371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172311186589432634.post-54282794917953726112024-03-05T20:14:00.005+01:002024-03-05T20:14:32.028+01:00MORE NADE<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">More zlobe, more tuge,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">More jada i očaja –<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sačuvaj me dobri bože<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tako tužnih izričaja!<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Zašto more punit jadom,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Zašto more tugom zvati,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Koga takva u životu<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Zla sudbina samo prati?<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Popet ću se na čičimak<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Prelistat ću brda građe,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Gdje da moja topla iskra<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nesretnika toga nađe?<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Da ga zagrlim u hodu<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pokažem vidike veće<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I uvalu nade plavu –<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">More ljubavi i sreće.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Odvest ću ga opet natrag<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Gdje je kao dječak bio,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nek pogleda u budućnost –<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">More nade svijet je cio.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Vinograd imah na svom brdu rodnome,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kopah ga, plijevljah i pjev suncu dižući<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sadih u njemu bijelu lozu vinovu.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><i>Vladimir Nazor</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvzNFu3QhF31067Jr9ig8Eb5guBIYMHpzVWcW2hOE1vC8cptm7DGIeqecLNXtt5uG6BtrFnPdfX19WfBT-XS93lGQMAjxC8HRHpEHYPs1ntJ3Vht0lpza65Ugs0589UJKLNA2F4hREyNRdyU-jIj_4NZ3q6S-_A7LRswhIn_m50pY4znnR2hPQDOdq1A/s2560/20160806_163653.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="2560" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvzNFu3QhF31067Jr9ig8Eb5guBIYMHpzVWcW2hOE1vC8cptm7DGIeqecLNXtt5uG6BtrFnPdfX19WfBT-XS93lGQMAjxC8HRHpEHYPs1ntJ3Vht0lpza65Ugs0589UJKLNA2F4hREyNRdyU-jIj_4NZ3q6S-_A7LRswhIn_m50pY4znnR2hPQDOdq1A/w640-h360/20160806_163653.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Bol na Braču<br /><i><br /></i></span></div>Masa Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02762517459466027371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172311186589432634.post-80823355962370411702024-03-04T22:22:00.000+01:002024-03-04T22:22:28.052+01:00MOLITVA<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Noćas tišina bjesni svoju oluju<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">i kroz moje srce prolaze<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">oštri glasovi dalekog predjela<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">kuća<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">stvari –</span></div><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Noćas tišina bjesni svoju oluju –</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I moja duša u svetom času<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">pada na koljena kao očajnik<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">i pruža ruke,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">moli –</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Bože, koji ne daš da moje noći sjaju<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">od sjaja kakvih sitnih bijelih cvjetova<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">ili kakvih visokih zvijezda,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">koji ne daš da moje noći mirišu aprilima<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">i snovima nevinih mladih djevojaka,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">daj mi, daj mi, da pada noćas<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">jedna cijela oluja zvijezda i cvijeća<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">na me<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">na moje oči mračne i žalosne,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">na sve moje<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">i na cijelu zemlju,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">jedna cijela oluja zvijezda i cvijeća,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">da sve bude jedna beskrajna radost od zvijezda i cvijeća cvijeća.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Antun Branko Šimić</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdM2BxJQzCZU2JeiX4zy51sAxDP9ANgXw8MmEotlmniZookdM95vI2WgdvbJC4lcD0u3woMvF92ryVnjzOekFdbVBab3AfWJWbjQYr5l0jlwY4Wcar_DAF7-l7f0nAllyhssfXs3NtTyNOgS9yAuSsqrCyK51f20f1nsDZ7kZVUfeKpKNn2_BbeJM9PA/s3648/IMG_2415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="3648" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdM2BxJQzCZU2JeiX4zy51sAxDP9ANgXw8MmEotlmniZookdM95vI2WgdvbJC4lcD0u3woMvF92ryVnjzOekFdbVBab3AfWJWbjQYr5l0jlwY4Wcar_DAF7-l7f0nAllyhssfXs3NtTyNOgS9yAuSsqrCyK51f20f1nsDZ7kZVUfeKpKNn2_BbeJM9PA/w640-h360/IMG_2415.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dalmatinska Zagora</span></div>Masa Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02762517459466027371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172311186589432634.post-84348361565397241972024-03-02T19:21:00.004+01:002024-03-02T19:21:41.354+01:00MOJEMU OCU<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ja tebe dajem ove pjesme moje,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">To najlepši je i jedini dar,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kaj znam i morem dati; primli bar<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">To zadnje cvetje domovine svoje.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Govoril jesi navek, da je samo<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Vu goricaj živlenja pravi raj,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Koj nigdar već ne dojde nam nazaj;<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Mi iščemo ga, – ali – kaj mi znamo?!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Spred naše kleti ovo cvetje za te<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ja nabral jesem i vu pesme zvil,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tam gore dok sam s tebom samem bil<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I gledel, kak so dalko zvezde zlate.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ti razmel bodeš ove drage glase<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I v srcu ti bo teško, ja to znam,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I ti si, kak i ja, tak strašno sâm,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ti z menom skupa čakaš stare čase.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Fran Galović</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWKfjsK8ISEshEDseeMkOm4H4vSxnA1R90o2aV_5x_PrKyNme7E_CUfWe_01wM7i9OQ_peosvOC16azUShVeV5fFTKvc1ZJWiv-oe4h3nCQApUOi9SmcnETFkOgKN33z2N33F8k3zl19C735f-WbRqdAxqnBGJLBmjdVMvMLTjU85UbVhq5nyLaWRrgA/s3648/IMG_2881.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="3648" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWKfjsK8ISEshEDseeMkOm4H4vSxnA1R90o2aV_5x_PrKyNme7E_CUfWe_01wM7i9OQ_peosvOC16azUShVeV5fFTKvc1ZJWiv-oe4h3nCQApUOi9SmcnETFkOgKN33z2N33F8k3zl19C735f-WbRqdAxqnBGJLBmjdVMvMLTjU85UbVhq5nyLaWRrgA/w640-h360/IMG_2881.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dalmatinska Zagora</span></div>Masa Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02762517459466027371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172311186589432634.post-2688629864853996122024-03-01T20:06:00.006+01:002024-03-01T20:07:50.979+01:00LASTAVICE<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Došle su denes. Videl sem dve.<br />Iščo si gnezdo okraj hiže.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />Lete polako.<br />I pitam sako:<br />“Kaj ste nam donesle, male, drage ftice?<br />Vi z vetrom letite<br />Čez široko morje, gde me nigdar ne bo,<br />Gde je navek sonca i leta pono nebo.<br />Kaj niš ne velite?”</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />Onkraj kleti lečo mlade lastavice<br />I gnezda glede.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />Kaj so nam donesle? Sonce, srečo, mladost,<br />Žito, vino, cvetje, pesme i staro radost!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />Dok išle su čez tuđi nekod svet,<br />Tu čakala je na nje stara klet.<br />I zato čkome,<br />Samo lete,<br />Pone sreče,<br />I sonce i nebo i brege glede!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><i>Fran Galović</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiYrkzvaxx7J6gUwn_3ry8peCqIichcNQGB0P8UYzvHvpmV1etNjkxo_3jrLv3ihi6fit0-l9zWhIhrV9Qg8S6S1V01ykoOh4-xHf3cbWsr-b8lJJ0142O6M5WzjFDzHSNr59vmb2V_YlZsmtm_Bfct4HO4uyO81p4TsBkLNxjPmcH0eLWb-S4m5zMyA/s3648/IMG_3085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="3648" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiYrkzvaxx7J6gUwn_3ry8peCqIichcNQGB0P8UYzvHvpmV1etNjkxo_3jrLv3ihi6fit0-l9zWhIhrV9Qg8S6S1V01ykoOh4-xHf3cbWsr-b8lJJ0142O6M5WzjFDzHSNr59vmb2V_YlZsmtm_Bfct4HO4uyO81p4TsBkLNxjPmcH0eLWb-S4m5zMyA/w640-h360/IMG_3085.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><i>Solin</i></span></div>Masa Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02762517459466027371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172311186589432634.post-5343575190759832362024-02-24T14:39:00.001+01:002024-03-05T18:46:19.858+01:00NAJLJEPŠA BOJA<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Najljepša je zelena boja -<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> <span> </span></span>- misli krava.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sve bi trebalo da je zeleno,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Onda bi sve bilo lijepo,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Onda bi sve bilo lijepo<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>kao trava.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Još je ljepša bijela boja - <br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>- misli mačka.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Bijela boja mlijeka.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Da je bijela, da je bijela - <br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Koliko bi ljepša bila rijeka!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sve su boje lijepe:<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I crvena i žuta i plava i bijela - <br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>- misli pčela,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kad oko cvijeća lijeće.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sve su boje lijepe<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kad su cvijeće.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nije lijepa ni ova, ni ova -<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>- misli sova.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Svaka je ta boja ružna, svaka, svaka, svaka,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Jedino je lijepa boja mraka.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><i>Grigor Vitez</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGhrpstw6lksisBg4f9A3gJ2cug_gsB9XWpZ-3Jn9zmYlKWwiNLUrQFFkPwFaTmL01oXPZ2TALvdoMjQBsjduCYdX-MM_AgNBB-C5cE3oSPMeFazk_y4SUBj1VA8j-5LYjBMcLILKFCgDTSfYtTmW1Jv4sn3ca8bjEJUmrkb9XTGQAKJjcYYoBds_qag/s3648/IMG_2738.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="3648" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGhrpstw6lksisBg4f9A3gJ2cug_gsB9XWpZ-3Jn9zmYlKWwiNLUrQFFkPwFaTmL01oXPZ2TALvdoMjQBsjduCYdX-MM_AgNBB-C5cE3oSPMeFazk_y4SUBj1VA8j-5LYjBMcLILKFCgDTSfYtTmW1Jv4sn3ca8bjEJUmrkb9XTGQAKJjcYYoBds_qag/w640-h360/IMG_2738.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>Masa Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02762517459466027371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172311186589432634.post-78029846901022613622024-02-23T19:24:00.000+01:002024-02-23T19:24:13.922+01:00NI SAN NI JAVA<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Iz bijela se vratih svijeta.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Vidio sam zemlje mnoge.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sretoh lava, gdje se šeta<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">ulicama, na dvije noge.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">- Nisam - reče - više grub,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">jer me strašno boli zub.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I medvjeda, starog znanca,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">susretoh sred drevna grada.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">- Pobjegao sam - reče - s lanca,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">pa se svijetom skitam sada,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">ali znadem šta je red:<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kradem samo tuđi med.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I kurjaka vidjeh stara,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">gdje u bašti jare ljulja.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ispod mutnih naočara<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">pogleda me stara hulja,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">pa mi reče: - Nema kud!<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Promijenit sam moro ćud!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">U drugome opet gradu<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">sretoh jarca kod brijača.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Brije jarac sijedu bradu<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">i gotovim odmah plaća.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">- Usred svijeta - reče- tog,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">ponajviše vrijedi rog!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sretoh, potom, lisca žuta<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">sred ulice neke uske,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">gdje bezbrižno, tiho luta,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">ispod ruke vodeć guske.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">- Tu sam - reče - samo gost,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">stoga držim strogi post.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Slona sretoh s kišobranom,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">u kočiji zebru krasnu,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">jastreba gdje pleše s vranom,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">magarca što čita basnu.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">- I-a! - reče tovar siv - <br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">čovjek uči dok je živ.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">U večernjem, potom, mraku<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">gizdav mi se majmun javi<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">u blistavom noovom fraku<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">i s clindrom još na glavi.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> - Živim - reče - kao knez,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">svako veče slušam džez.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I. da svršim priču ovu:<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ja sred zemlje nepoznate<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">susretoh, na kraju, sovu,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">mudru pticu - ko što znate.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Huknu sova: - Um je moć!<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Putuj kući! Laku noć!</span></div><p><br /></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Gustav Krklec</span></i></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDmb78CW5XfWZShJ5jjSc6KMxGo_WBlYSXMWuAtx5JS9OmsKmSBjSkBi5K-7rNkRzGoGCWWok2SoxnJzu_F_qYHQVX_stqjKfAT_DvNbz86wC5YSJXIPfvmgHxZPfVg2zUOZwTDNIuCc3AJxEY9BOnTuQBCFexAyakxe8G8k4m-YX8iw0ZzGyllmD5ZQ/s3648/IMG_2821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="3648" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDmb78CW5XfWZShJ5jjSc6KMxGo_WBlYSXMWuAtx5JS9OmsKmSBjSkBi5K-7rNkRzGoGCWWok2SoxnJzu_F_qYHQVX_stqjKfAT_DvNbz86wC5YSJXIPfvmgHxZPfVg2zUOZwTDNIuCc3AJxEY9BOnTuQBCFexAyakxe8G8k4m-YX8iw0ZzGyllmD5ZQ/w640-h360/IMG_2821.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Dalmatinska Zagora</span></i></p><p> </p>Masa Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02762517459466027371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172311186589432634.post-29862362357808446752024-02-22T21:06:00.003+01:002024-02-22T21:06:10.881+01:00USPAVANKA<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Večernja zvijezda mala<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">u dobok bunar je pala,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">pa se od njena blijeska<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">voda srebrno lijeska.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sumrak sve gušći pada<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">i selo u njemu tone.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pastiri vraćaju stada,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">i klepke brončane zvone.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Smiri se krijesta pijetla,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">što nad bunjištem drijema.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Žmirkaju posljednja svjetla.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Svijet se na počinak sprema.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">A negdje, sred tiha mraka,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">smirena, sretna u duši,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">dijete uspavljuje baka<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">i blagim mu glasom pjevuši:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">- Puteljkom se seoskim vide<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">žute i plavkaste sjene.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">To otac s rudarima ide<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">u povorci noćne smjene.</span></div><p><br /></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Gustav Krklec</span></i></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR9X5mYn1ZytM-8jTGPcGvZizN3hm1RatrWI1FLofx7R1le-WuapXt1Vx-xBrSJEqPWP17yM6x7azEhzV4570UzP6gGM7pPXeR_PGoNGMeE2EbT9ykYtf0HQTocETdTF10qji9EgyyI7kcchnIuYb9C84saC-dG-FUfrwrIogHNMXz6PQSprciiLGN8g/s4000/P1250361.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2248" data-original-width="4000" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR9X5mYn1ZytM-8jTGPcGvZizN3hm1RatrWI1FLofx7R1le-WuapXt1Vx-xBrSJEqPWP17yM6x7azEhzV4570UzP6gGM7pPXeR_PGoNGMeE2EbT9ykYtf0HQTocETdTF10qji9EgyyI7kcchnIuYb9C84saC-dG-FUfrwrIogHNMXz6PQSprciiLGN8g/w640-h360/P1250361.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><i>Solin</i></p>Masa Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02762517459466027371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172311186589432634.post-71985151277519406582024-02-21T20:32:00.002+01:002024-02-21T20:32:06.531+01:00KUHINJA U PREDGRAĐU<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kad iz bučnog stignem grada<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">nakon šetnje ili rada,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">najljepše je tada za me<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">u kuhinji moje mame.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Bijelo suđe tu svjetluca,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">stari sat na zidu kuca,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">bakren kotlić na ormaru<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">u rumenom sja se žaru.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pod njim, iza stabla čista,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">niz se sjajnih čaša blista.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Vrč je zemljan među njima,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">sa šarenim cvjetićima.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Na stolu je stolnjak bijeli<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">i jabuke tri u zdjeli,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">a toploga hljeba pola<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">rumeni se nakraj stola.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Na prozoru, bez prestanka,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">zavjesa treperi tanka.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Vjetrić pirka, pa se širi,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">a kroz prozor nebo viri.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pokraj peći moja mama<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">u starinskim papučama<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">nestrpljivo uvijek čeka<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">dok zavrije lončić mlijeka.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ne pita me nikad ništa,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">kada radi kraj ognjišta.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">A čemu i da me pita,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">kad mi sve na licu čita.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Čita, da me život zove<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">na putove uvijek nove,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">al' da nigdje naći neću<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">takav tihi mir i sreću.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Čita, da ću svijetom proći,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">ali opet amo doći,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">gdje svog sina čeka mama<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">u starinskim papučama.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Gustav Krklec</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidZMpFgYdeWPG89Cibi-2km7nLgirDpYH3KSP7OqmykG696TAHg0mfZByDu1B8eBOoWYS4GQLbMZ1QhJEN1CC10C9TqHmiu1DQZFZmTPe2PqUoSRGsa4M4QJUH0zR6I6Ge-0jor7MadW4r6goYO6R4qBTLxGdKqrvDqbBlPVMd1HmGTE3GxrLK7DQpPQ/s4000/P1250353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2248" data-original-width="4000" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidZMpFgYdeWPG89Cibi-2km7nLgirDpYH3KSP7OqmykG696TAHg0mfZByDu1B8eBOoWYS4GQLbMZ1QhJEN1CC10C9TqHmiu1DQZFZmTPe2PqUoSRGsa4M4QJUH0zR6I6Ge-0jor7MadW4r6goYO6R4qBTLxGdKqrvDqbBlPVMd1HmGTE3GxrLK7DQpPQ/w640-h360/P1250353.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">Solin</span></i></div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>Masa Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02762517459466027371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172311186589432634.post-19507516762775444022024-02-19T20:04:00.005+01:002024-02-19T20:04:22.447+01:00TI I JA<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Osjećam živo srebro tvoje biti</span><br />
<span>žednu kap u svakom zrncu krvi</span><br />
<span>životno tkivo od drhtavih niti</span><br />
<span>koje se raskida, raspleće i mrvi.</span><br />
<span>Želja ti je žarka. Još nikad ne ostade</span><br />
<span>kap od mlaza koji dodirnuše usta.</span><br />
<span>Ne znam zašto nema među nama mosta</span><br />
<span>kao da nas dijeli provalija pusta.</span><br />
<span>Prsti što bi htjeli da se čvrsto spletu</span><br />
<span>u dva klupka vatre i srebrene slasti</span><br />
<span>u prostoru dršću – Sami su na svijetu</span><br />
<span>u samoći žudnje, u prokletstvu strasti.</span><br />
<span>Tijela što bi htjela da se tijesno združe</span><br />
<span>pretoče u jednu bujicu od milja</span><br />
<span>venu, usamljena, kao jesenje ruže</span><br />
<span>jer na istom putu imamo dva cilja .</span><br />
<span>Ti bi htjela vječno, čemu nema mjere</span><br />
<span>ja bi dao sve za zanos jednog časa.</span><br />
<span>Ti sumnjaš u trenutak, a ja imam vjere,</span><br />
<span>u vječnost trenutka u trenutak spasa.</span><br />
<span>Dođi sva od sunca, sva od vrele vatre</span><br />
<span>na moj pusti ležaj, daj mi svoje krvi</span><br />
<span>Bolje da nas munja jedne strasti satre</span><br />
<span>nego da nas mrtve (jednom) toče crvi.</span><br />
<span>Propadni u meni, pretoči se, daj se</span><br />
<span>raspleti kroz moje vijuge i tkiva,</span><br />
<span>sve je na tom svijetu samo kratka varka,</span><br />
<span>Raj se osjeti za trenutak – a vječnost je siva !!!</span></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Gustav Krklec</span></i></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdcJzK9FbYePlEMmrk_hfP4tQngPewkYAiTDjGEIIcjD3Ddr1Kk5OQ7kZudGT_Gihi4bJZZWoE-rTHdRoi_chHl6g95xW_wRz4mWlOXYR9Lor9OskQDZd02bAnKpiwI5YtlyWn9gRfizPeEoX6vkL__uSV9zeNmuAZTxgFs4Dh5GX8iy7vv0sBUXjVMA/s4000/P1270718.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2248" data-original-width="4000" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdcJzK9FbYePlEMmrk_hfP4tQngPewkYAiTDjGEIIcjD3Ddr1Kk5OQ7kZudGT_Gihi4bJZZWoE-rTHdRoi_chHl6g95xW_wRz4mWlOXYR9Lor9OskQDZd02bAnKpiwI5YtlyWn9gRfizPeEoX6vkL__uSV9zeNmuAZTxgFs4Dh5GX8iy7vv0sBUXjVMA/w640-h360/P1270718.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><i>Solin<br /></i></span>
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Masa Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02762517459466027371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172311186589432634.post-85768603206253492142024-02-17T19:39:00.004+01:002024-02-17T19:39:30.678+01:00SLOVO O SMIJEHU<span style="font-family: inherit;">(Kako ga je izgovorio Mravac<br />
tisuću četiri sto pet desetog ljeta<br />
dva na deseti dan februara u Dubrovniku)<br />
<br />
Nekad davno ja ti bijah pa se smijah<br />
Vijah i vikah i ijah i ikah i kah i ah...<br />
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Osmijavah nasmijavah zasmijavah<br />
I sve oha i sve eha o ne spavah od smijeha<br />
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Kad se smijah tim se grijah<br />
Sve u svemu kad se smijah tad i bijah<br />
<br />
Onda smijeh posta grijeh<br />
Grešni grijeh, Grešni smijeh<br />
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Pa tad smijac smijulji se Smiješno smije<br />
Preko mice Kradimice Ne u lice Jer se krije<br />
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Al od grijeha čuj ti smijeha posta smijeh<br />
Grijeh smijeha Smijeh grijeha<br />
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Opet sada ko nekada smijač mole da se smije<br />
Smije smijehom smije grijehom<br />
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Te se opet osmijavam nasmijavam zasmijavam<br />
Od smijeha od tog grijeha i ne spavam<br />
<br />
Od svih kvaka po najviše smijeh kvači<br />
I od griješnog i od smiješnog smijeh je jači<br />
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Kad se smijah tad i bijah<br />
Pa se smijem Tim se grijem Tim se bijem<br />
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I na kraju Možda ja to samo snijem<br />
Kako smijem kako smijem<br />
<br />
O tom grijehu<br />
O tom smijehu? </span><br />
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Mak Dizdar</span></i><div><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJT6VR3Q1zJKq00ZR4ySwcc2ziO7DEpCprpYIeB3o5bxsidS8S3lUb08W_9OtI1WXYoF7y2PcHH6xGNQO5x1yMXbPsj6beTFkWJejUUPCyyx81DAdvVM9bwDZouvopRvc3alFB-s0H8M_-75qMogrwU7LAFprRYqO5CAylbBfzBkUT6MyHJ4vsGwis2A/s4000/P1340243.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2248" data-original-width="4000" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJT6VR3Q1zJKq00ZR4ySwcc2ziO7DEpCprpYIeB3o5bxsidS8S3lUb08W_9OtI1WXYoF7y2PcHH6xGNQO5x1yMXbPsj6beTFkWJejUUPCyyx81DAdvVM9bwDZouvopRvc3alFB-s0H8M_-75qMogrwU7LAFprRYqO5CAylbBfzBkUT6MyHJ4vsGwis2A/w640-h360/P1340243.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><i>Dubrovnik<br /></i></span><div><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></i></div></div>Masa Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02762517459466027371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172311186589432634.post-82322741926206273892024-02-14T18:13:00.000+01:002024-02-14T18:13:07.411+01:00PJESMA LUDE GLJIVE<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ja samo stojim<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I gledam bilo kuda,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">A kažu da sam luda<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I da se od gluposti znojim.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ja da se znojim od gluposti?<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">A vjetar mi duva u kosti.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ta ja sam bistra i čista<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Igram se skrivača ispod lista.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ja sam jednostavno kapa i štap.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Po kapi teče sad kiše, sad sunca slap.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dobar dan, kažem,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ako mi tko stepe kapu.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kažem: dobar dan i zbogom svijete!<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ode moja kapa sa štapa.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ona bez mene krete.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">A kuda, kapo moja, kuda?<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ne budi luda, spopala te strava,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Što ću bez tebe gologlava?</span></div><p><br /></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Grigor Vitez</span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></i></p><p><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS8HSRy1cqcgrNYKibPP5MNHQeq1GG1dqslK6sBdJ8hvGZuyBAlEgdiG8xMRggX70bE8zLuUaG3m2wDJSyMKLWAU4mI_zjzEzv4jLn16-biCr1I2boZ820hkJDUANFnUsWuJ12gP0T5-9Mibz4uyzP_7skhzS2mh5lIbkGGxY1gDw-biQVLyCdqLTTEA/s4000/0007284.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2248" data-original-width="4000" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS8HSRy1cqcgrNYKibPP5MNHQeq1GG1dqslK6sBdJ8hvGZuyBAlEgdiG8xMRggX70bE8zLuUaG3m2wDJSyMKLWAU4mI_zjzEzv4jLn16-biCr1I2boZ820hkJDUANFnUsWuJ12gP0T5-9Mibz4uyzP_7skhzS2mh5lIbkGGxY1gDw-biQVLyCdqLTTEA/s320/0007284.jpg" width="320" /></a></i></div><i><br /><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></i><p></p><p> </p>Masa Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02762517459466027371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172311186589432634.post-26614038867877445202024-02-13T20:24:00.004+01:002024-02-13T20:24:32.452+01:00ŠTO MI SE TUŽIO HRAST<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Jednom sam prisluhnio da čujem što to zaparvo šumi hrast. Da li on to samo razgovara s lahorom da mu prođe vrijeme ili nešto došaptava drugom drveću. Nedaleko su se čule sjekire i pile kako odjekuju u šumi. I čuo sam tada ovo:</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kad mi ljudi dođu blizu,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kao da me pogledima grizu:<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dođu sa sjekirom ili pilom,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Jeza mi prođe i najtanjom žilom!<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Oni bi htjeli da ja budem kakva mrtva stvar,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Da budem stol, krevet il' ormar<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ili vrata,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ili prozor s trećeg kata,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ili kakva glupa klupa.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Oni se svašta sjete:<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Metnu me u parkete<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I po meni gaze,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kao da sam ja komad njihove staze.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ili hoće da budem bure<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I da iz mene pića cure,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ili me pale, da se na meni griju<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">(A to je najgori od jada sviju!)<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">A ja najviše volim u šumi šumiti,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Volim gusta hladovina biti,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Volim vjeverice kriti,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Volim ljuljati ptice i gnijezda<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I noću brojati jata zvijezda.</span></div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Grigor Vitez</span></i></p><p style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: left;"><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihcWIBwnFuIMLK9N03kmtvN70UREfr1F9oJd_j1TH20q14aAbsjd7h_BLnvbc-nMlPDVqPwMlNOccdlS7BkXUbCx_ikXLzVdwYcbDSe5r7_Glyee3f6N_KXujqFYwVI9zpxz1ZI4qeJh-UJeSn339g4wgfCbGWmE4RPDqMMqioLMBvh8AMbaBUKUJhLw/s4000/1707852098910.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2250" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihcWIBwnFuIMLK9N03kmtvN70UREfr1F9oJd_j1TH20q14aAbsjd7h_BLnvbc-nMlPDVqPwMlNOccdlS7BkXUbCx_ikXLzVdwYcbDSe5r7_Glyee3f6N_KXujqFYwVI9zpxz1ZI4qeJh-UJeSn339g4wgfCbGWmE4RPDqMMqioLMBvh8AMbaBUKUJhLw/w360-h640/1707852098910.jpg" width="360" /></a></i></div><i><br /><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Mirlović Zagora</span></i><p></p>Masa Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02762517459466027371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172311186589432634.post-14144184940898627282024-02-08T17:48:00.001+01:002024-02-08T17:48:04.978+01:00DJEČAK PUŠTA LAĐU<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">O baš je dobar pljusak danas!<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Napravio je more,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">O kakvo more za nas!<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pevao široko more - divota!<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Po njemu može ploviti flota.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Gle, već se vedri, već se vedri,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">O sad će moja lađa da jedri<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">U daljine, u daljine!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I pero puštam nek se vine,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Neka ga vjetar galebom učini,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nek prati lađu na pučini.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Leti, galebe, po nebu vedrom,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Zaplovi, lađo, s bijelim jedrom<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">U zemlju naranči i kokosa<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Gdje crna djeca trče bosa,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Do plave rijeke, do rijeke plave,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Gdje plovi lađa s jedrom od trave<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Mog crnog druga Tin-Tin-Tave,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ta ćeš iz zemlje južnih strana<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dovesti naranči i banana.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">A zatim plovi, gdje je ona<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Zelena rijeka Amazona,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Do moga druga Strelu-Hiti<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Što se šarenim perjem kiti,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pa iz onog zelenog kraja<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dovezi zelenog papagaja.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Zatim do žute rijeke Dan,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Gdje žuti drug moj Cin-Cun-Can<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Lovi zeca<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I ribe peca,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I gdje djeca,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Žuti sinovi žutoga kraja,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Puštaju zmaja,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pa od mog druga Cin-Cun-Cana<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dovezi kip od porculana.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">A onda plovi, ond ahiti<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Na otok crveni kraj Tahiti<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Do moga druga Tako-Valja<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Po crven đerdan od koralja.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">A kuda sada?<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Koji smjer?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pa kreni sada na Sjever,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kreni u zemlju snijeg ai leda,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Zemlju morževa i medvjeda.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">A što dovesti iz zemlje ove?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dovezi barem od morža kljove...<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ili još bolje, još bolje bit će -<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dovezi bijele medvjediće.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Jednoga meni, jednoga Nadi.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Oh, al' će da s eiznenadi,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kad joj kažem, kad joj kažem,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Darove pred njom kad poslažem:<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Evo darova iz raznih zemalja,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Evo i đerdan od koralja!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="color: #800180; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;">Grigor Vitez</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ETJ4A0qK0RwT0xed9Cf3ANhZogNCEA9oww423beIzlyYiE8xe9jLUvN0KOy6ivlzzv2mgzBwmRCtJgoncq7MzAEpNbm57i6PJuaWitccBJ5DVTxatHp1vgaM30AGEvbeKwHAdIOapcQx2g3pq7D3_CDq_kiYQatWPabm61gYQ4BUPUqICrNnV5xSdw/s4000/P1280636.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2248" data-original-width="4000" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ETJ4A0qK0RwT0xed9Cf3ANhZogNCEA9oww423beIzlyYiE8xe9jLUvN0KOy6ivlzzv2mgzBwmRCtJgoncq7MzAEpNbm57i6PJuaWitccBJ5DVTxatHp1vgaM30AGEvbeKwHAdIOapcQx2g3pq7D3_CDq_kiYQatWPabm61gYQ4BUPUqICrNnV5xSdw/w640-h360/P1280636.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;">Kaštela</span></i></div>Masa Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02762517459466027371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172311186589432634.post-47823090916215478582024-02-06T19:53:00.004+01:002024-02-06T19:53:38.975+01:00KAKVE JE BOJE POTOK<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Potoku koji šumom teče <br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Oprezno priđe jedan jelen <br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I napivši se vode reče: <br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">– Potok je kao šuma zelen. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kraj stijena potok dalje teče <br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">O kamena se lomeć rebra, <br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Skakutajući zeko reče: <br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">– Potok je ovaj sav od srebra. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kroz polje potok dalje teče <br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pod vedro nebo izašav, <br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">A lastavica ozgo reče: <br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">– Potok je kao nebo plav. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I potok dalje teče, teče, <br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nad njim oblaci bijeli stoje, <br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Lebdeći bijeli leptir reče: <br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">– Potok je ovaj bijele boje. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">S mnoštvom zvijezda dođe veče, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ugasi svoje boje dan, <br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Plašljiva srna tiho reče: <br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">– Gle, sav je potok ozvjezdan!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><i>Grigor Vitez</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWnOO1ATe2teXWA4njwKbz6J9nunkCujrLgJX0K-u0QQ73W2jtcGEYs82M20XdMPBWJMW8G0SI24fa0hZhNvBh-Bw9oU49cfWcHjMNLwXnF62xD4p9Hh8c6AgQVs4D_H3hI4qp2buTiEtIMmKGns0QESHzxSdDBFUSw7oFsR-RhCCb8plLj5Vk5nF66w/s4000/P1340759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2248" data-original-width="4000" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWnOO1ATe2teXWA4njwKbz6J9nunkCujrLgJX0K-u0QQ73W2jtcGEYs82M20XdMPBWJMW8G0SI24fa0hZhNvBh-Bw9oU49cfWcHjMNLwXnF62xD4p9Hh8c6AgQVs4D_H3hI4qp2buTiEtIMmKGns0QESHzxSdDBFUSw7oFsR-RhCCb8plLj5Vk5nF66w/w640-h360/P1340759.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><i>Solin</i></span></div>Masa Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02762517459466027371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172311186589432634.post-66374793566376955132024-02-04T21:01:00.000+01:002024-02-04T21:01:15.992+01:00SLIKAR<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Evo:<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> Boje<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> Paleta,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> Kičica.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Eh, sad ću slikati,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sad ću slikati<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Mnogo slika, crteža, sličica!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Slikat ću prvo<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Veliko krošnjato drvo,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I ptice kako nad njim lete,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I jednu na grani<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kako mlade hrani.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Slikat ću zatim baku kako plete,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I kako se kraj peći grije,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I do nje sive mačke dvije,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I kako im baka tiho priča<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Obadvijema,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sve dok baka, sve dok baka<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ne zadrijema.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Slikat ću kako je lija pozvala vuka na kafu,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I kako mala zebra moli tetu žirafu<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Da joj dohvati banana<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ili barem lišća s grana.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Zatim jednog lava,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tako strašnog lava,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Da te hvata strava.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I jednog slona,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Velikog slona,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Većeg od vagona.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I jednog tigra,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kao plamen žutog tigra,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Koji ne zna što je šala,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Koji ne zna što je igra.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Naslikat ću jato plavih i bijelih aviona,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Lokomotivu s mnogo crvenih, zelenih i žutih vagona,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I nad svima<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Otegnut barjak crnog dima.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Slikat ću konje na livadi<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kako se igraju,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kako se igraju<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Koraka laka<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">poput crvenih i crnih oblaka.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">A zatim još<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">A zatim još<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Voća pun koš.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Voće ću slikati rujno, žuto, crveno,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Mirisno i zrelo,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">A ne kiselo, trpko i zeleno,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Što nije za jelo.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">A gusana krvopiju<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Što je na me ljut i bijesan<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Naslikat ću bez očiju,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Da ne vidi više gdje sam.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ni bijel mi više neće biti:<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Za kaznu ću ga ocrniti.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I naslikat ću kuću,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Veliku, veliku kuću,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">U kojoj svaki svoju sobu ima,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I gdje pećicu svaka soba ima,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Da zimi bude toplo svima, svima.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kuća će biti svijetla, čista, nova.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Golubovi će glasno gukati s krova.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Zatim ću još jedno<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Veliko<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sjajno<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sunce naslikati,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pa čak i kada<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kiša pada,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ono će lijepo sjati.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Grigor Vitez</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi1uli26gwtIrKkmsGAMyALewTM34th_HUtVLJdKlNesH9tVRCy0Ub2avCTBMs83Xx_9h68G0LrXYHFDMkGD2X1pi_aTkEdgfnqX8KQvP6T8XudYFNoJWuZQ0xI0Jo8Tgo9MqC5B6DOYgLfqwXbGTTlkdA5qKV48C0UrnGHnxDYzfrT9TE805n7-uNxQ/s4000/P1130388.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2248" data-original-width="4000" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi1uli26gwtIrKkmsGAMyALewTM34th_HUtVLJdKlNesH9tVRCy0Ub2avCTBMs83Xx_9h68G0LrXYHFDMkGD2X1pi_aTkEdgfnqX8KQvP6T8XudYFNoJWuZQ0xI0Jo8Tgo9MqC5B6DOYgLfqwXbGTTlkdA5qKV48C0UrnGHnxDYzfrT9TE805n7-uNxQ/w640-h360/P1130388.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">Zadar</span></span></i></div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>Masa Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02762517459466027371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172311186589432634.post-70102931874206937952024-01-29T18:49:00.005+01:002024-01-29T18:49:49.774+01:00TVORAC JE GOLEM<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tvorac je tako golem<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">da u misao <br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">ne stane.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Da iz sna viri.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Da u čuđenje<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">ne stane.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Da dva čuđenja<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">nisu dovoljna.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Srce vjernika<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">tek mu je <br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">po mjeri.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><i>Zvonimir Balog</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcRJeyrlKHp1klN0k6MJv5l_w5Zv6fZPXKCUU8WrXZdmQBf2Vz5Hd31HCTtD43siq9iRcN8w0E9AS8wFBfzfTU7_DFfKFdN9d2ostJ5uiAuj9MYaMf9TGiIkN_cd1opdjV5_EleqU7ZGu9I21I6PQ7rBOPGls6E61cmzKKi71byJCRzdmlnToAv4U0KQ/s3648/IMG_0815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="3648" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcRJeyrlKHp1klN0k6MJv5l_w5Zv6fZPXKCUU8WrXZdmQBf2Vz5Hd31HCTtD43siq9iRcN8w0E9AS8wFBfzfTU7_DFfKFdN9d2ostJ5uiAuj9MYaMf9TGiIkN_cd1opdjV5_EleqU7ZGu9I21I6PQ7rBOPGls6E61cmzKKi71byJCRzdmlnToAv4U0KQ/w640-h360/IMG_0815.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><i>Split</i></span></div>Masa Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02762517459466027371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172311186589432634.post-22880127239487929682024-01-25T21:33:00.001+01:002024-01-25T21:33:09.015+01:00BOG JE UVIJEK NA MJESTU ZBIVANJA<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Bog nikad ne oskudijeva<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">najnovijim vijestima,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">jer je istodobno nazočan<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">na svim mjestima.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Za njega ne postoji neprohod,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">prepreke, ni loša cesta.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Svuda stiže navrijeme,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">uvijek je na <i>licu mjesta</i>.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">On ne vjeruje u priče puke.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ne zanimaju ga vijesti<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">iz druge ruke.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Bog je očevidac<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">svemu što se zbiva.<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Zato i može znati kad tko laže,<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">mućka ili što prikriva.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><i>Zvonimir Balog</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVWoysN31zSu-N7Fc3k8NjlywXbRQ5ragEdFgxhCdOXEQe0B1sxG3jR3k_eiS_h6M7MtLUF-HIofISNLaEqkfQSGXji8uSN6Tt2T_EthjLndfFhwO1B0_Yd2niuddILAT-GqCx_7DtipwQnaVuiotIfEIZCoNFrWmwR-0BP0OuZ2kWctevyNaft0VyGQ/s3648/IMG_0948.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="3648" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVWoysN31zSu-N7Fc3k8NjlywXbRQ5ragEdFgxhCdOXEQe0B1sxG3jR3k_eiS_h6M7MtLUF-HIofISNLaEqkfQSGXji8uSN6Tt2T_EthjLndfFhwO1B0_Yd2niuddILAT-GqCx_7DtipwQnaVuiotIfEIZCoNFrWmwR-0BP0OuZ2kWctevyNaft0VyGQ/w640-h360/IMG_0948.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><i>Solin</i></span></div>Masa 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