tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42126307250979633022011-07-07T23:51:03.051-07:00Ibrahim Honjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13184560285404562956noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212630725097963302.post-18949334867236947012009-11-21T21:57:00.000-08:002009-11-21T21:57:35.901-08:00<a href="http://mythicapublishing.ning.com/profile/IBRAHIMHONJO">My Page - Mythica Publishing</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4212630725097963302-1894933486723694701?l=honjoverses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ibrahim Honjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13184560285404562956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212630725097963302.post-72230712795590962202009-11-01T17:26:00.001-08:002009-11-01T17:37:51.950-08:00You have your big stone<br />Decorated with a picture of a soldier<br />You have your bow and arrow<br />Your sword and shield<br />You have your knightly clothing<br />You have it all<br />All that was yours<br />All that was left from you<br /><br />You are independent on your soil<br />I am independent on what is not mine<br />You are foreign to yours<br />I am a foreigner to mine<br />I will never have my stone<br />Decorated with a picture of a soldier<br />I will never have my bow and arrow<br />No sword<br />No shield<br />No knightly clothing<br />Not even what was mine<br />Not even what will be left from me<br />I will only have a word<br />And what is left from it<br /><br />You will eternally stand defending the homeland<br />And I will dream of the homeland<br />Where my footsteps were erased long ago<br />My stone will not be there<br />Nor my words<br />Nothing will be named after me<br />No words<br />No letters<br />Nothing will be known about me<br />No words<br />No letters<br /><br />A word<br />Alone like that<br />Tiny<br />But very lethal<br />More lethal then a bow and arrow<br />More lethal then a sword<br />It will exist somewhere else<br />But that is not important to you<br />Just as your bow and arrow are not important to me<br /><br />Your sword and your shield<br />With which you dreamt about freedom<br />They passed their judgment on you<br />He who lives by something dies by the same thing<br /><br />You did not know<br />And you will never know<br />Freedom is something else<br />And nobody can give it to you<br /><br />It is locked into a letter<br />Locked into a word<br />I know who keeps the key<br />And word<br />And letter<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4212630725097963302-7223071279559096220?l=honjoverses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ibrahim Honjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13184560285404562956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212630725097963302.post-49045585642179012332009-11-01T17:25:00.000-08:002009-11-01T17:37:51.950-08:00What are 133 heroes doing here<br />133 loners<br />In the middle of the night<br />In the middle of the day<br />Without screams<br />And without a voice<br />Are they guarding my homeland<br />Or showing coiled grapevines<br />Perhaps embroidered lace<br />Shields and swords<br />Bows and arrows<br />Spears and spiked clubs<br />Crosses<br />Or illustrating humanity and charm<br />Or are they teaching us how to write the Bosnian Cyrillic script<br />BROTHERHOOD<br />HARMONY<br />EQUALITY<br />UNITY<br /><br />What are 133 heroes doing here<br />133 loners<br />In the middle of the night<br />In the middle of the day<br />Without screams<br />And without a voice<br /><br />Are green waters of the rivers that connect us<br />Guarding the silence and peace dominating necropolis<br />Or are they illustrating humanity and charm<br />Of some distant times<br />Teaching us to write the Bosnian Cyrillic script<br />And how to live together<br />And <br />How we have to protect our homeland<br />From ourselves<br /><br />And<br />How to remain human beings<br />And to exist<br />On this rocky<br />And generous<br />Barefoot and dry<br />Above all proud<br />On this common homeland<br /><br />We were born on the stone<br />And we are going to lie under the stone<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4212630725097963302-4904558564217901233?l=honjoverses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ibrahim Honjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13184560285404562956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4212630725097963302.post-4333722518902754502009-11-01T17:17:00.000-08:002009-11-01T17:37:51.951-08:00Victors write history<br />You wrote nothing down<br />In morning twilight<br />About your battle<br />And your victory<br />You just left<br /><br />Never a word about you<br />Never a letter<br />A small simple letter<br />Not in the Bosnian Cyrillic script<br />Not in Latin characters<br />Not in the Glagolitic alphabet<br />Not in the Cyrillic alphabet<br /><br />Where did the letters go?<br />Where did the words go?<br />We know about you<br />You remained on your soil<br />Generous<br />For which one day you disappeared<br />In gray stone ashes<br /><br />You left without a letter<br />And without a word<br />And left the colossal wound<br />For new generations<br />You left all your pain<br />Buried in silence<br /><br />You are enigma from the stone<br />And enigma under the stone<br />Why did you so skillfully hide it all<br />You escaped from yourself<br />But you could not escape from us<br />We found you under this large stone coffin<br />He told us about you<br />And about your life<br />About your secrets<br />He told us about all your loves<br />About Stamena<br />About Kosara<br />About Jelena<br />About Ivana<br />About Jovana<br />And about…about …about<br />We now know all we could find out<br />We know that it is not the end<br />And because of this we will discover every day<br />The enigma part by part<br /><br />We discovered you<br />You resurrected in our letter<br />In our word<br />We won<br />We are writing history<br />And you are helping even unwillingly<br />In our victory<br /><br />Now you know<br />You can run away from yourself<br />But you cannot run away from us.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4212630725097963302-433372251890275450?l=honjoverses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ibrahim Honjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13184560285404562956noreply@blogger.com0