Moram da se pazim da ostavim duvan piće i očajanje moram da spavam zdravo da se hranim da vežbam svaki dan i da radim sve kako treba.
Oću da vidim raspad oću da vidim kraj kad pacovi izmile na ulice kad preplave travnjak Bele kuce i prožderu pacove unutra. kad "Wall Street' bude u plamenu kad bolesni ozdrave i krenu a ranjeni uzmu vlast oću da vidim isto sto oni nama uradiše.
Da osvetu želim moram da radim sve kako treba da doživim žurku kad svemu dođe kraj.
Nadja Tesich
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KLETVA upućena NATO vojnicima, Mart 99
Dodješ li Ti čudovište sto moje dane razaraš Ti čudovište sto moje snove brišes Dodješ li s puškom Dodješ li da ubijaš Dodješ li da nas porobiš Dodješ li Nek se sve protivu tebe obrne Naše reke naše planine naše drveće Vetrovi stenje glib Nek se sve okrene protiv tebe Svaki čovek zena i dete Dodješ li Dabogda zrak sunčev nevideo Umri najgorom smrću Sve te muke stizale Lešinari ti utrobu pojeli U svojoj se krvi kupao Dodješ li Ništa ti dobro ne želimo.
Nadja Tesich Izdato u knjizi medjunarodnih pesnika, 'Kletva' Srbija, prolece 1999
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Gevara
Bolivia, la Hugaera Njegovo divno lice Ubijeno plaćenicima Cie Bolivia, la Hugaera Ali ipak njegovo lice Živi svuda Ziveće uvek pored Hrista U svakoj kolibi siromaha ziveće Amerika Latina. Če nikad nije umro Postao je veći I veći i veći Latinska Amerika Korača, ide, kliče Igra i peva Sa njegovim licem Zajedno sa njima. CHE VIVE, kliču QUE VIVA AMERICA LATINA
Nadja Tesich Živela Slobodna Srbija
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Okupirana Srbija
Tek dete, devojčica Od deset godina Silovana Ubijena Bačena u smeće poput pacova Mala, tako malena Usta kao rana Telo same kosti Bosih nogu Duga crna kosa prekriva mrtvo joj telo. Američki vojnik, ogroman, jak Iznenadjeno mrmlja: "Zaboga, rekoše mi da se za ovo u zemlji trećeg sveta ne odgovara."
Nadja Tesich
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Lepota niceg
Ako vitez dodje Na konju bele boje Recicu mu Pomoz Bog Sretan put I to je sve. Dosao je kasno Ne zelim ga vise.
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Prica o dedi
Ziveo je kao biljka kalemio voce, ruze gajio pcele reka je proticala ispod vrta, odma tu zuborila nocu kupali smo se goli ispod vodenice brat i ja i goli jahali Vranca. Jeo je malo, corbe vecinom spavao dugo zimi ziveo je u ritmu sezona sunce susa zima led zetva kukuruz sljiva imao je sve i davao svima. Zabava (sta bi rekli danas) je bila vencanje, novo dete Sveti Ilija novine pricati sa starcima o istoriji Balkana. Secam se: leto miris reke ruza i voca reka svetluca starci sede na suncu zvono negde stado se vraca. Umro je lako u snu deda moj.
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Razvod braka u slobodi
New York, New York Samo lova Kolko kome Kolko vredis Lova lova lova Berza ide gore dole Lova lova Zaboravi bre Kome vise treba to se zove Socializam ovde I Francuska je crvena Cela Evropa Kanada isto. Zivis u demokratiji Kazu Jedina sloboda na svetu Mozes sve spavati na klupi Pod mostom Gde zelis Demokratija, sloboda Pedeset miliona nema lekara Tri% drze sve Demokratija sloboda gore dole ide berza kolko kome Kolko stan vredi Advocati rade Protiv mene Protiv njega Lova lova lova
Sreca nije profitabilna.
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Pismo iz New yorka
STARCI I OBAMA
Starci, starice sede Na klupama sivog grada Bili su ljudi jednom Imali su decu Nikog sad nema. Obama obama obama vicu Mladi oko njih. Oni cekaju kraj Jedino oslobodjenje Od bola Nemaju vremena za Obamu Nek smrt dodje sutra. Obama pametan i lep Pun dobrih ideja Ne moze sve. Oko njega ljudi sive boje sistem ove zemlje Oko njega industrija bum bum bum glavni izvoz na svetu Sta on moze? Za promenu svega Treba promena sistema Znate o cemu pricam?
Nadja Tesich
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> Борац (за Андрију и Часлава) > > Ишли смо > голи и боси, > падао је снег, > нигде дима, > нигде куће, > ничег живог. > Траг мртвих иза нас, > цокуле пропале > и капут мртвог Марка, > нека нова планинина. > Где смо? > Да ли сам жив? > Магла у очима, > сањам качамак, > мислим на ништа. > Белина свега, > падао је снег. > Ипак смо ишли, > вођени нечим. > Избора није било. > > Нађа Тешић
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Moc detinjstva (autobiografija)
Mala gledala sam lisce drevece na vetru. Ta muzika drveca me smiri od zvuka stuka, rane i da nemam kucu. Kad sm bila veca mislila sam na te male zvezde u vasioni kako plesu uz neku muziku zvezda na nebu i kako eksplodiraju uz blesak i postanu ponovo i iste i nesto drugo.
Moj zivot ce biti takav mislila sam gledajuci drvece na vetru.
Srednje kako ljudi zive nije mi palo na pamet. Plesala sam svuda na zemlji po svetu na Kubi more,drvece u cvetu bubanj me prati tam tam tam-tako.
Sad idem sa stapom Nije ni cudo ali su zvezde i vetar u meni.
Nadja Tesich.
WHAT SOLDIERS AND ME KNOW
When you have been through
Hell, is that the right word
No other word is good
The medical’shell shocked’
Seems pathetic,so small,so nothing
There must be a word
I seek
I don’tseem to find
I don’t know what
Hell is like.
I want something exact and clear
For me and others.
Our eyes have seen
Everything for real
Not on TV or a movie you saw
Blood is nothing
Lets forget the blood
Sound is the worst
Waiting for it
Etenity of waiting
Waiting
Not knowing
Waiting for that explosion
Sound and light
Lets forget it
It cant be told
Only we know
Death is nothing,a deliverance
Waiting for it is the worst
When you are dead you are dead
But if you loose your legs and arms
What then
Not dead and half alive
Oh God
I pray for death only
Try to tell this to fancy individuals
Who worry about stocks and bonds
Their jobs their new apartment
Their shrink,is their girlfriend
Cheating on them perhaps
We seek those who know
We tell and re-tell the same stories again
An attmpt to exsorcise it
Get it out of our blood.
Will it happen
Will we ever see daylightt again
And be happy like others
In the sun.
I don’t sleep
Images haunt me
When I try
Whois normaus or them
Those who say ther’ll always be wars
Come have a good time
What is good time?
What is good time
I scream at the guy
In a Wall street suit
Stocks and bonds
Money money
I don’t even have a job
Our bodies brain heart
Every part was hit altered
For good.
And for whom? For what?
You tell me. Somebody should.
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Trees
Christmas trees abandoned
Accumulate
As soon as the Christmas is over
Today in January cold wind blowing
Two dead trees left the sidewalk
And moved into the street
Dancing with the wind
A waltz of sorts
Swrling free at last
Alive in death
Cars reacted angrily
One hit the other
Blood was spilled
Cops came
And the ambulance
Wind kept blowing just the same.
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La raison d’etre
I have to behave, stop smoking
Drinking and despair
I have to sleep, eat well
I have to do everything right.
I want to witness the fall
I want to see the end
When rats run on every corner
And invade the White House lawn
And devour the rats inside
When Wall Street is in flames
When sick rise up and the wounded take control
I want to see no more or less
Than what they did to us.
Yes I do want revenge
I have to do everything right
To be here for a party
I am dying to witness the fall.
Nadja Tesich
New York, 1999
A WAR REPORTER-for the first time
The buzz of helicopters
Overhead
Day and night
Bringing the dead and the wounded
From the town of Vukovar
A doctor says,’I’ll show you easy ones
They are doing fine.’
Then I see children,eighteen or so
No legs no arms
Healing beautifully yes
Yes they’ll live
They won’t die
Their eyes intact yet dead
Stare ahead
I am glued to their eyes
Dark, blue, hasel,green
Green like grass, like this room
With ceiling fans buzzing
buzzing buzzing
And silence around us
My effort to appear cheerful
Is my downfall. My effort
To be normal my attempt not to cry
Is my downfall
I move toward a wall
I need that wall
It will support me
Doctor leads me away
Faster than me he was
He saw me slide
My eyes shut
He gives me a shot
It doesn’t hurt at all
I howl like a dog
I see their eyes
No legs or arms
My body cries
My vomit is all over the floor.
He says,’you are lucky
You are normal’,he says
‘I can’t cry any more.’
Later a part of me went
Or was covered up
Or died.
I didn’t cry any more
Like him I became
Life altered us
Nadja Tesich.
Spring Belgrade 99
Cherry trees whither and die apples bloom but bear no fruit birds never came tomatoes are black Belgrade, spring 99 women aborted early In March those under three months women who wanted that child In June black rain fell two weeks or three day and night destruction everywhere chemical biological yes yes it's true Belgrade,spring99 huge red cross sign is intact on a children's hospital a half of it still stands up mattresses, sheets in the rain a teddy bear, a doll, a pajama top On a tall building, a prize in architecture gutted in the center shattered windows produce an eerie sound, a music of glass when the wind blows. Swastikas all over US embassy US==SS MISSION IMPOSSIBLE WE"LL RISE AGAIN
People are dying now young very young fast cancers same as in Bosnia same as GI's Same as Iraq Nothing in the news Another war is on. Us embassy has a wall around it now It has taken over two more streets
Afraid of what?
The photo I took It's easy to imagine childbirth Women deliver in pain and pain and more Hours of it women scream, curse and forget later same as me.
This one will not forget imagine giving birth bombs falling building trembles light is out water cut and she is young her first delivery then you are hit and the baby at the same time.
May she forgive me for the photo I took.
GLOBALISATION
In my building a man lost his health job next a wife took off and the son with her.
All in six months
Unusable Unprofitable burden to all.
He disappeared too last week The apartment is for sale.
Nobody says nothing not a word as if he had never existed.
He was called Vanja He loved his son He played a flute We spoke Russian Two of us.
"Nadja Tesich: Živela Slobodna Srbija" | | 7 коментара
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Re: Nadja Tesich: Živela Slobodna Srbija (Оцена: 0) од BISA у 2008-07-14 19:07:32
VELIKI POZDRAV NADJI ZA DIVNE PESME,JA MNOGO VOLIM CEA I SKUPLJAM SVE O NJEMU,MNOGO VOLIM SRBIJU I PLACEM SVAKI DAN,JER ZIVIM ZIVOTOM OBICNOG SMRTNIKA I MUCENIKA I LEPO MI JE,SITNICE SU DOVOLJNE DA MI ULEPSAJU DAN,PUNO I SVASTA RADIM,I PISEM PESME ZA DECU PA SE NADAM DA CU USKORO NACI NEKA SREDSTVA DA OBJAVIM SVOJU PRVU ZBIRKU
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Re: Nadja Tesich: Živela Slobodna Srbija (Оцена: 0) од MILOS у 2008-08-02 01:35:13
Kao i uvek, Nadja je i sa ovim pesmama pokazala da je strastveni borac za istinu, pravdu, i ljudsko dostojanstvo. Njene pesme oplakuju nasu sudbinu, ali i uvek daju nadu. One prkose mucnoj realnosti nasih zivota, ali i pokazuju vrednost neposustajanja.
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Re: Nadja Tesich: Živela Slobodna Srbija (Оцена: 0) од Slobodanka у 2008-08-03 11:55:18
Dragi Narode nase napacene zemlje, Ne mogu sve reci.Glavno je da su kod nas ljudi verovali u Holivudski san i da ih Amerika voli.Holivudski san ne postoji: Ja sam to znala kao mala kod nas ali drugi i devedestih bi mi rekli,'Sta ti pricas,video sam Dinasiju,'.Smesno. Ova zemlja ne voli nikog,Glavna ideologija nije ljubav nego lova.Samo lova i interes. Nema drugog. Indijanski Chief Crazy Horse je rekao da Ameri nisu postovali ni jedan sporazum koji su oni potpisali sa njima. Zasto bi bili razlicititi sa nama? Trebala im je vojna baza na kosovu i stvorili su ceo jedan grad.Oni nisu ni za Muslimane ni za Albance.Smo upotreba.Za izvesno vreme.
Godine39,New York Times pise da je Hitler veliki vodja. Zatim,za vreme drugog svetskog rata, oni vec tad uzimaaju najbolje Naciste u sluzbu. A zatim posle jos vise i salju ih u Argentiniu. To je bilo na televiziji samo jednom,ne vise. Zove se'RAt Lines'.Kao sto su bili ljudi(jednom)koji su govorili da su uzimali Naciste za vreme rata. Bili su ljudi razocarani,iz sluzbe. Ili agencuje. Nema velikog Brata.Samo mi koji moramo verovati u sebe i raditi i biti u slozi. Neka nam je screcno.
Slobodanka Popovic
Norveska
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Re: Nadja Tesich: Živela Slobodna Srbija (Оцена: 0) од slobodanka у 2008-08-03 11:58:29
Ne gedati televiziju jer je losa po zdravlje. Siri agresiju, losa je za srce, pritisak i stres a u isto vreme zaglupljuje ljude i smanjuje kapacitet mozga.(ovo je u mnogim naucnim casopisima po svetu).Ako morate gledati--gledajte vreme,sport i nesto veselo.Najbolje je druziti se.
Slobodanka
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Re: Nadja Tesich: Živela Slobodna Srbija (Оцена: 0) од slobodanka у 2008-08-03 12:00:22
Svi oni koji vole zemlju i narod, sve patriotske snage da se ujedine protiv kolonijalizma i onih koji ga podrzavaju. Samo sloga. Bes svadje i podele. Raditi sa optimizmom i siriti nadu jer ce sloboda doci.Sve zavisi od vas.Srecno.
Slobodanka
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Re: Nadja Tesich: Živela Slobodna Srbija (Оцена: 0) од Stojan у 2008-11-15 04:27:16
Nadja, sjajne su Vam pesme! Posebno mi se svidja ova poslednja o Obami ("bum bum bum"). Narod je naivan -- i u Americi i u ostatku sveta -- ako misle da ce Obama nesto da promeni. Pa on je deo SISTEMA! Pozdrav Nadji, i da nam saljete jos Vasih tekstova!
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Re: Nadja Tesich: Živela Slobodna Srbija (Оцена: 0) од Ljiljana Brkic-Tasic(brkictasiclj@att.net) у 2011-04-07 07:59:56
vremena su teska i maglovita,drago mi je da je neko,draga Nadja istinski patriota i iskazuje se bez straha i dileme.