Poezija, eseji, komentari, misli pod tušem, i živi dnevnik onoga što gradim. Poetry, essays, commentary, shower-thoughts, and a living log of what I build.

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Student i još ponešto A student, and then some

Studiram računarstvo na FER-u u Zagrebu, radim na uzbudljivom B2B startup-u, putujem, doživljavam i pišem sve što mi padne na pamet… I study Computer Science at FER in Zagreb, work at an exciting B2B startup, travel, take it all in, and write whatever crosses my mind…

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Marin Hrvaćanin

Izabrane pjesmeFeatured poems

Kratko čitanje iz bilježnice.A small reading from the notebook.

Igra cvijećaPlay of flowers

Ima jedan proplanak u šumi mraka,Po kojem ljubav bosih nogu trči,Kao leptir koji širi krila,Ostane mi kaput iza grmlja Ima jedan proplanak u šumi mraka,Što ga cvijeće vječno krasi,Kao korijen latica u blatu,Priđem mu iz šumske tame Ima jedan proplanak u šumi mraka,Do kojeg vode mnoge staze,
There is a clearing in the forest of darkness,Where love runs barefoot,Like a butterfly spreading its wings,And my coat is left behind the bush. There is a clearing in the forest of darkness,That flowers eternally adorn,Like a root of petals in the mud,I approach it from the woodland gloom. There is a clearing in the forest of darkness,To which many paths lead,
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StoikStoic

U palači je mojoj spokoj, a pred njom vojska,Vani dušmanin stupa, u njoj tihi muk.Noge mi okovaše i ruke, a ja slobodan,Tad' bit ću i kad mača čujem zvuk Bat sa sata kuca jače, a ja ne mičem,Gledaju me uplašeno, jer tajnu znam,Dođi, dođi da ti kažem zašto niti sutraNeće nitko gasit' moj skromni plam Ako me, pak, vjetar odnese iza sunca,Procvjetat će na mome grobu ljiljan,
Calm in my palace, and an army at its gates,Outside the foe is marching; within, a quiet hush.They have bound my legs and hands, and I am free,And so I shall remain when I hear the sword. The clock's stroke pounds harder, and I do not move,They look at me with fear, because I know the secret —Come, come, let me tell you why no one tomorrowWill snuff out my modest flame. And if the wind should carry me past the sun,A lily will bloom on my grave,
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Šapat MajkeWhisper of the Mother

Sagnula se Majka sa nebesa,Ruke svoje u dolinu pružila.Kroz maglu glas joj nježniS pticama proletio.Srce Joj je ondje zacvalo,Pored njega tulipani,Srce Joj je onda zastalo,Pred rukama što mole. Dužnost mi je, dužnost,Sa smiješkom da se naklonimPred mirisom borovine,
The Mother bent down from the heavens,Stretched out Her hands into the valley.Through the mist Her tender voiceFlew off with the birds.Her heart blossomed there,With tulips beside it,Her heart then pausedBefore the hands that pray. It is my duty, my duty,To bow with a smileBefore the scent of pine,
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SrećaHappiness

Tiho što u kutku mome sjedi,Uz glazbu i ritam,U pijesku, a tragovi od mjediI srce moje zatreperi:„Živote, živote!"Jer crni me kamenSuncem okupan grijeI sjetim se toplog moraI život me gleda, pa se smije.
A quietness that sits in my corner,With music and rhythm,In the sand, with footprints of brass,And my heart trembles:"Life, life!"For a black stoneBathed in sun is warming meAnd I remember the warm seaAnd life looks at me, and laughs.
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