Sve sto ce doći
1.
Ne dolazi od mene
ja sam tiha mirna
ne želim krv ni rat
ja samo pišem pesme
i volim radost ljudi pre svega.
To što dolazi ovde
neće doći od moje želje
doće jer mnogi to žele
jer trule iznutra
i radost nestaje
i ovde i svuda.
Nek dođe jednom
kraj Rima
i da živimo bez njihove senke
i straha od njihovih mašina.
Nađa Tesich
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La raison d'etre 2.
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’t seem 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 norma us 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.
.
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.