Assoc. Prof. Dr. & Dr. Honoris Causa
Sabahudin Hadžialić je rođen 1960.g. u Mostaru, Bosna i Hercegovina, Socijalistička Federalna Republika Jugoslavija. Danas on živi u Sarajevu, Bosna i Hercegovina. On je pisac, pjesnik, novinar, profesor, naučni radnik i urednik. Napisao je 24 knjige (poezije, proze, eseja kao i udžbenika za univerzitete u BiH i u inostranstvu) a njegov umjetnički i naučni rad je preveden na 25 svjetskih jezika i ob javio je knjige u BiH, Srbiji, Francuskoj, Švajcarskoj, SAD i Italiji. Član je najvažnijih udruženja i društava književnika u BiH, Srbiji i Crnoj Gori kao i Fondacija i Asocijacija širom svijeta. Kao profesor je predavao i još uvijek predaje na univerzitetima u BiH, Italiji, Litvaniji i Poljskoj. Detaljniji info: http://sabihadzi.weebly.com.
Sabahudin Hadžialić
Assoc. Prof. Dr & Dr. Honoris Causa
Sabahudin Hadžialić was born in 1960, in Mostar, SR Bosnia and Herzegovina, Socialist Federal Fepublic of Yugoslavia. Today he lives in Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina. He is a writer, poet, journalist, professor, scientist and editor. Wrote 24 books (poetry, prose, essays as well as textbooks for the Universities in BiH and abroad) and his art and scientific work is translated in 25 world languages and he published books in BiH, Serbia, France, Switzerland, USA and Italy. He is a member of major association of writers in BiH, Serbia and Montenegro as well Foundations and Associations worldwide. As professor he was teaching and still does at the Universities in BiH, Italy, Lithuania and Poland. Detailed info: http://sabihadzi.weebly.com.
ČUDAN SAN
Ruke u pijesku
duboko
…
Krvave
obje.
…
Pokušavam pijesak doseći
dubinom pritiska
sve dok ne osjetih
bol.
…
Dva plava oka ka tebi
duboka
…
Krvava
oba.
Pokušavam te vidjeti
očajnim suzama nošen,
ali…
van horizonta si bila.
…
Avaj!
Prišla si mi sa leđa
i rukama
zagrlila
Svijet!
DUHOVI I BOGOVI
Ne znam kako
da preživim sopstvenu smrt!?
Jer, ona se približava
neumitno
želeći
moj 21 gram.
Duha!
…
Da li ste znali
da u trenutku smrti
bivamo lakši za 21 gram?
Duha!
…
Odmah mi je lakše
jer
taj 21 gram
ipak ostaje dio
energetskog bića jačeg i od smrti.
Boga?
Možda, ako ga ima?
FILMOVANA REALITY
Sumorna slika
vlastitog otiska vremena
koje to jeste,
u liku koji to nije,
očajno traži
nju!
…
Kraljica Elizabeta,
Katarina, Nikolajevna,
princeza Dajana,
Fatima nestaju pred
očima suludih hordi.
…
Ostajem sam
na razmeđi slutnje
i pokušavam odgonetnuti
namjere njihove.
…
Virtualna stvarnost irealnog svijeta
filma nije ništa drugo
do lažna slika stvarnog svijeta
koja zavarava kretnje sluge pokornog.
Mene!
…
Nje nema više!
Da li će je biti?
Pitanje je zameo vjetar.
…
Sačekaću dok oluja prođe
i pokušati maestralom uvalu naći,
kao i mjesto gdje je sretoh.
Bosu i nagu.
Onomad.
On the stage!
NASTAVI SPAVATI,
SNJEGULJICE
Njene oči su
plamteće bile
u rasutim snovima mojim.
…
Nisam se čudio
tom liku iz bajke
koji sam
kreirao.
…
Jedino što me
je boljelo
je bila njena slika
na svim javnim mjestima.
…
Od podzemne željeznice i sve
do obližnje žičare.
…
Otišao sam do
vlastite sjene
i rekao joj:
„Izbrisaću te
kao da te nikada nije ni bilo?!“
Nasmiješila se i otišla dalje,
ka obližnjem billboardu, uz riječi:
„Zaboravljaš, maestro, da onoga
trenutka
kada sam nastala
tvoj naum je prestao.
Ljepota je in the eye of the beholder.
Gledaoca, ovaj put!“
Uzeo sam kist
I zario ga u ruku kojom sam je nacrtao.
Nećeš više!
STRANGE DREAM
Hands buried in sand
Deep
…..
Blood stained hands.
Both.
…
I try to reach the bottom of the sand pit
digging deep,
feeling pain.
….
Two blue eyes
deep dive
towards you.
Blood shot eyes.
Both.
Carried on the wave of desperate tears,
I try to catch a glimpse of you,
however
you disappeared behind a horizon.
…
Alas!
You drew near, furtively
and embraced
The World!
GODS AND SPIRITS
I don’t know
how to survive
my own death!?
She is coming closer
wanting to suck in
21 grams
of my Soul!
…
Did you know
that at the very moment when we die
we are 21 grams lighter?
21 grams of our Soul!
…
Instantly I feel much better
because
21 grams
remain
as a part of energy field
stronger than death itself.
God?
Perhaps, if the God exists
REALITY FILMED
Dismal image
of my own imprint in time
that’s real
inside the vision that- isn’t,
is desperately in search for
Her !
…
Queen Elizabeth,
Chatherine, Nikolajevna,
Princess Dianna,
Fatima
Disappear in front of the eyes
of wild hordes.
…
I remain alone
trembling with trepidation
trying to figure out
what is it that they want?
…
Virtual reality of a surreal film-world
is nothing more than
a treacherous impersonation of a real world
that deceives me
a Servile Servant!
..
She’s gone!
Will she ever come back?
The question is swept by the wind.
…
I’ll wait for the storm to calm
and try to catch the mistral wind to find a cove,
and search for the place where I met her.
Barefoot and naked.
Back in the day.
On the stage!
HUSH, HUSH … MY DEAR SNOW-WHITE
In my scattered dreams
I remember
the fire in her eyes.
…
I did not question
this fairy-tale character
crafted – by me.
…
The one thing that hurt me
was her image
displayed all over.
…
In the underground stations
and
drawn on cable-cars.
…
I walked up to
my owns shadow
and said:
“I will erase you
as if you never existed ?!”
She smiled and walked away,
towards the nearest billboard, and said:
‘You forget, maestro,
that in the moment of my creation
all your intentions died.
The beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
in this case – the spectator!”
I took the brush
and stabbed the hand that created her.
There you are!
