tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57657571923775194272024-03-13T10:25:03.462-07:00Carla Galvan poesiaCarla Galvanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03273648227193142978noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765757192377519427.post-72286901512269308312010-05-31T00:54:00.000-07:002010-05-31T01:25:36.036-07:00TRE VOCI RISPONDONO AL RICHIAMO DELL'ANIMA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ne2fe9K8vJ0/TANtMGQ4dWI/AAAAAAAAACw/j2OzLH0aNQE/s1600/pod+nebom+srbije.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ne2fe9K8vJ0/TANtMGQ4dWI/AAAAAAAAACw/j2OzLH0aNQE/s400/pod+nebom+srbije.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477341626419934562" /></a><span class="apple-style-span"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;">. <span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>La Poesia, come tutte le</span></i></span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"> <span class="apple-style-span">altre artI, è la più bella risposta al richiamo dell'anima. Nella presente</span> <span class="apple-style-span">raccolta di versi "Sotto il cielo di</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><span class="yshortcuts">Serbia</span><span class="apple-style-span">" ("Pod nebom Srbije") questa</span> <span class="apple-style-span">risposta è a tre voci. E parla due lingue - italiano e serbo. Ma con questo non</span> <span class="apple-style-span">perde nulla, anzi si arricchisce, si espande, attraversa molti confini, proprio</span> <span class="apple-style-span">come l'anima pura e poetica non ha mai conosciuto confini, di nessun<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"> </b>tipo.</span></span></i><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span></i><span class="apple-style-span"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;">Riunite "Sotto il cielo di</span></i></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"> </span></i></span><span class="yshortcuts"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;">Serbia</span></i></span><span class="apple-style-span"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;">" sono, anche in questa raccolta poetica e</span></i></span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"><br /><span class="apple-style-span">per davvero, tre anime poetiche, con destini diversi. Catla Galvan, italiana</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">di nascita, ha scoperto per caso i luoghi della Serbia, ne è rimasta incantata,</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">spera di ritornarvi e li canta nei suoi versi. Rada Rajic-Ristic ,portata dalla</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">crudeltà <st1:state st="on">del</st1:state> destino più che da una scelta propria, ha lasciato quei luoghi</span><br /><span class="yshortcuts">tanto tempo fa</span><span class="apple-style-span">, però laggiù, sotto un altro lontano cielo, desidera nei</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">ricordi, nei sogni e nella nostalgia, tornare sotto il cielo di <st1:place st="on"><st1:country-region st="on">Serbia</st1:country-region></st1:place>. E</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">infine Todora Skoro, serba di nascita, che dal cielo dei Serbia non si è mai</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">allontanata, come non potendo sopravvivere all'addio, e questo è proprio ciò,</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">che leggeremo nei suoi versi.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="apple-converted-space"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span></span></i></span><span class="apple-style-span"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;">Forse nei versi di queste tre poetesse sono evidenti differenze significative</span></i></span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"><br /><span class="apple-style-span">nell'espressione poetica, nella metrica,nel modo di fare poesia, ma ciò importa</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">poco . Quello che le collega, e che le ha anche unite in questo libro, è</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">l'affinità delle loro anime e il comune amore per la</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><span class="yshortcuts">Serbia</span><span class="apple-style-span">, per il suo cielo,</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">la sua sacralità, la sua gente e per il modo in cui essa sa amare, simile o</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">uguale a quello in cui sanno amare anche loro.</span><br /><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><span class="apple-style-span">Carla Galvan si sente a casa</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><span class="yshortcuts">fra</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><span class="apple-style-span">gli zingari valacchi e davanti ai monasteri</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">del</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><span class="yshortcuts">Kosovo</span><span class="apple-style-span">. Per Rada Rajic Ristivc quei luoghi sono in realtà la sua casa, che</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">ha abbandonato tanto tempo fa e che, laggiù, lontano,assumono splendore e</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">bellezza nei ricordi pieni di nostalgia e che laggiù,lontano,le insegnano come</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">si ama e come si prega. Todora Skoro, testimone fedele ed immediata della</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">serbità, nei suoi versi attraversa i confini, quelli della nazione ma anche</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">quelli del tempo e dello spazio e quelli cosmici, ed arriva nel grembo</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">dell'Anima, nel luogo dell'Anima, dove, in verità, si incontrano tutte e tre le</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">poetesse con la loro sensibilità<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="apple-style-span"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>Certamente è importante dove sei</span></i></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"> </span></i></span><span class="yshortcuts"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;">nato</span></i></span><span class="apple-style-span"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;">, è importante da quali luoghi sei</span></i></span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"><br /><span class="apple-style-span">attratto, a quali luoghi desideri ritornare. In questi versi i luoghi sono</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">quelli della</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><span class="yshortcuts">Serbia</span><span class="apple-style-span">, guardati con un denominatore in comune, tre poetesse che</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">amano in modo simile, soffrono in modo simile, desiderano e si entusiasmano;</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">forse diventa allora <st1:place st="on"><st1:state st="on">del</st1:state></st1:place> tutto indifferente sotto quali cieli si trovino, da</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">quali luoghi scrivano,perchè scrivono con il cielo dell'Anima e dell'amore. In</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">questo senso questi versi assumono un significato di universalità e di totalità</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">nel tempo e nello spazio..<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Ma, per il profumo del basilico e dell'incenso, per lo stupore ,che</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>ammutolisce, davanti alle vestigia sacre del</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> Kosovo</span><span class="apple-style-span">, davanti all'estasi per</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>l'incontro con l'agitato sangue valacco, che risveglia un amore senza riserve,</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>questa raccolta rimane, proprio come dice il suo titolo,"Sotto il cielo di</span><br /><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><span class="yshortcuts">Serbia</span><span class="apple-style-span">".</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="apple-converted-space"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><span class="apple-style-span">Marinella Laratro</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"><span class="apple-style-span">____________________________________</span></span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"></i></p><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><p class="Standard" align="center" style="text-align: right; display: inline !important; "><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="DE" style="mso-bidi-Times New Roman"font-family:";"> </span></b></p></i></span></div></i><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"></i></p><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><p class="Standard" align="center" style="text-align: right; display: inline !important; "><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="DE" style="mso-bidi-Times New Roman"font-family:";">BUDUĆNOST</span></b></p></i></span></div></i></span></div></i><p></p><p></p><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"> <p class="Standard" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="DE" style="mso-bidi-Times New Roman"font-family:";"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="Standard" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="DE" style="mso-bidi-Times New Roman"font-family:";">Volela bih</span></b></p><p class="Standard" align="center" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="DE" style="mso-bidi-Times New Roman"font-family:";"></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"></i></span></p><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><p class="Standard" align="center" style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="DE" style="mso-bidi-Times New Roman"font-family:";">da mi čitaš</span></b></p></i></i></span></div></i><p></p> <p class="Standard" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="DE" style="mso-bidi-Times New Roman"font-family:";">u očima<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="Standard" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="DE" style="mso-bidi-Times New Roman"font-family:";">miris ruža<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="Standard" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="DE" style="mso-bidi-Times New Roman"font-family:";">ali ti sada pričaš<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="Standard" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="DE" style="mso-bidi-Times New Roman"font-family:";">o odsustvu,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="Standard" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="DE" style="mso-bidi-Times New Roman"font-family:";">o godinama,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="Standard" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="DE" style="mso-bidi-Times New Roman"font-family:";">o prevarama.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="Standard" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="DE" style="mso-bidi-Times New Roman"font-family:";">Reci mi<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="Standard" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="DE" style="mso-bidi-Times New Roman"font-family:";">gde si mi sakrio budućnost?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="Standard" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="DE" style="mso-bidi-Times New Roman"font-family:";"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="color:black;"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ne2fe9K8vJ0/TANuftTJWFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nT1vtVd77nI/s400/Artemis.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> FUTURO</div><span class="yshortcuts"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="yshortcuts">Avrei voluto</span></span></b></p></i></span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="apple-style-span">che mi leggessi</span></span></b></p></i></span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="apple-style-span">negli occhi</span></span></b></p></i></span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="apple-style-span">il profumo delle rose,</span></span></b></p></i></span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="apple-style-span">ma tu ora parli</span></span></b></p></i></span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="apple-style-span">di assenze,</span></span></b></p></i></span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="apple-style-span">di anni</span></span></b></p></i></span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="apple-style-span">e di inganni.</span></span></b></p></i></span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="apple-style-span">Dimmi,</span></span></b></p></i></span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="apple-style-span">dove mi hai nascosto il futuro?</span></span></b></p></i></span></div></span><o:p></o:p></span></b><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color:black;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color:black;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">ZUKUNFT<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><o:p> </o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Ich möchte,<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">dass du<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">in meinen Augen<i><o:p></o:p></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">den Duft der Rosen liest,<i><o:p></o:p></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">aber du sprichst nun<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">von Abwesenheit<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">von Jahren<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">von Betrug.<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Sag mir,<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">wo hast du die Zukunft vor mir verborgen?<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><o:p> </o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language:SR"><o:p> Carla Galvan</o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language:SR"><o:p>_____________________________________</o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language:SR"><o:p><br /></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language:SR"><o:p><br /></o:p></span></b></p></i><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="apple-style-span"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p>Carla Galvanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03273648227193142978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765757192377519427.post-75002983663433653622010-05-27T08:32:00.000-07:002010-05-28T11:24:56.112-07:00POEZIJA CARLE GALVAN NA HINDU JEZIKU<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ne2fe9K8vJ0/S_6TFoPPOQI/AAAAAAAAACg/dQHG5TEZAqs/s1600/carla+i+rada.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ne2fe9K8vJ0/S_6TFoPPOQI/AAAAAAAAACg/dQHG5TEZAqs/s400/carla+i+rada.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475975921839061250" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language:SR;font-size:18.0pt;">Rinascita<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language:SR;font-size:18.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language: SR;font-size:14.0pt;">Ho trovato me stessa<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language: SR;font-size:14.0pt;">nello specchio<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language: SR;font-size:14.0pt;">dei suoi occhi<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language: SR;font-size:14.0pt;">slavi,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language: SR;font-size:14.0pt;">nelle sue mani<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language: SR;font-size:14.0pt;">di legno di betulla,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language: SR;font-size:14.0pt;">nella sua anima disperata<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language: SR;font-size:14.0pt;">ed ardente.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language: SR;font-size:14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language: SR;font-size:14.0pt;">Ho ritrovato me stessa<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language: SR;font-size:14.0pt;">sulle rive del Gange,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language: SR;font-size:14.0pt;">non più occhi<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language: SR;font-size:14.0pt;">nè mani,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language: SR;font-size:14.0pt;">ma un lunghissimo abbraccio<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language: SR;font-size:14.0pt;">con tuto l’universo,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language: SR;font-size:14.0pt;">oltre i mondi,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language: SR;font-size:14.0pt;">nel coure del sole.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language: SR;font-size:14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language: SR;font-size:14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language: SR;font-size:14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language:SR;font-size:18.0pt;">Janam<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="SR" style="mso-ansi-language: SR;font-size:14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><st1:place st="on"><st1:state st="on"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;color:black;">Maine</span></span></st1:state></st1:place><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;color:black;"> khud ko paeya;</span></span><span style="font-size:14.0pt;color:black;"><br /><span class="apple-style-span">uski aankhon mein;</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">uske hathon mein;</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Uski joshili aatma mein..</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Maine khud ko paeya;</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">ganga naadi ki lehron mein;</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">na aankhon mein;</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">na hathon mein;</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">magar uski bahoon mein;</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">puri darthi ke sath;</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">suraj ke dil mein..</span><br /><br />Carla Galvan<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;color:black;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; ">_________</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:19px;">Prepev pesme na hindu uradila je AMANJEET KAUR iz Indije ( na slici sa Carlom Galvan i Radom Rajić-Ristić, na prijemu u Gradskoj kući u Vićenzi)</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:19px;">_______________________________</span></span></p>Carla Galvanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03273648227193142978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765757192377519427.post-13265755908340188782010-04-05T05:27:00.000-07:002010-04-05T05:31:24.190-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ne2fe9K8vJ0/S7nYDiAuRRI/AAAAAAAAACY/771pn675-d4/s1600/foto-Mongolija-2.+gobi+lubanja.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ne2fe9K8vJ0/S7nYDiAuRRI/AAAAAAAAACY/771pn675-d4/s400/foto-Mongolija-2.+gobi+lubanja.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456629978717111570" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:21px;"></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:6;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;">Toplina jednog stada<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;">stisnutog u toru,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;">teško disanje<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;">malog jagnjeta,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;">duša vetra<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;">koji juri i govori,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;">dim na vrhu jednog šatora,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;">mnoštvo lica<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;">jedne srećne Mongolije.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>*********************<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;">Calore di un gregge <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;">stretto nell’accampamento, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;">respiro ansimante <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;">di un piccolo agnello, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;">l’anima <st1:place st="on"><st1:state st="on">del</st1:state></st1:place> vento, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;">che corre e ci parla,<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;">fumo sulla sommitŕ di una tenda, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;">tanti volti <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;">di una <st1:place st="on"><st1:country-region st="on">Mongolia</st1:country-region></st1:place> felice. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;">Carla Galvan<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;">( iz zbirke “Most među dušama”)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;">__________________________</span></p></span><p></p>Carla Galvanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03273648227193142978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765757192377519427.post-16913508872685484022010-03-25T02:01:00.000-07:002010-03-25T02:07:13.205-07:00LIEBE<br /><br /><br />Auf der San Crisostomo-Bruecke gebeugt<br />atme ich die imposante Stroemung.<br /><br />Warum gibst du mir nicht mehr wieder,<br />Mutter Donau,<br />das Bild des Geliebten?<br /><br />Anders war es,<br />als ich mich spiegelte<br />und ihn traf,<br />blond und walachisch,<br />Ikone eines serbischen Christus,<br />der mein Fleisch<br />und die Grausamkeit meiner Mutter verzieh.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Uebersetzung: Cornelia Veldscholten</span>Carla Galvanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03273648227193142978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765757192377519427.post-44172606375455074942010-03-25T01:58:00.000-07:002010-03-25T02:01:26.585-07:00AMORE<br /><br /><br />China sul ponte di San Crisostomo<br /><br />respiro la corrente maestosa.<br /><br /><br />Perché non mi restituisci più,<br /><br />Madre Danubio,<br /><br />l'immagine dell'amato?<br /><br /><br />Altro era<br /><br />quando mi specchiavo<br /><br />e incontravo lui,<br /><br />biondo e valacco,<br /><br />icona di un Cristo serbo,<br /><br />che perdonava la mia carne<br /><br />e la crudeltà di mia madre.Carla Galvanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03273648227193142978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765757192377519427.post-80876431985969283982010-03-25T01:55:00.000-07:002010-03-25T01:58:48.038-07:00LIEBE<br /><br />Als wir uns wiedertrafen,<br /><br />in der Steppe<br /><br />nach dreissig Jahren Einsamkeit,<br /><br />waren wir wieder dreissig Jahre alt,<br /><br />die Zeit hatte sich<br /><br />der Liebe gebeugt.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Uebersetzung: Cornelia Veldscholten</span>Carla Galvanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03273648227193142978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765757192377519427.post-85553821191746364312010-03-25T01:50:00.000-07:002010-03-25T01:55:29.838-07:00LIEBE<br /><br />Du hast mir<br />von der Farbe Gottes<br />in einer Yurta<br />in der Mongolei erzaehlt,<br /><br />waehrend deine Augen<br />vom Himmel barsten<br /><br />und deine Haende<br />andere fernere Planeten suchten,<br /><br />Perlenspiele<br />unserer heiligen Leidenschaft.Carla Galvanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03273648227193142978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765757192377519427.post-52450508307920576392010-03-25T01:47:00.000-07:002010-03-25T01:49:54.007-07:00AMORE<br /><br />Mi hai raccontato<br />il colore di Dio<br />in una yurta<br />in Mongolia,<br /><br />mentre i tuoi occhi<br />ribollivano di cielo<br /><br />e le tue mani cercavano<br />altri e più lontani pianeti,<br /><br />giochi di perle<br />della nostra passione santa.Carla Galvanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03273648227193142978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765757192377519427.post-9412375227151105582010-03-18T01:59:00.001-07:002010-03-18T02:00:11.908-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;">WEISSE ROSEN</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Die weissen Rosen</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">vor den Ikonen</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">duften nach Gebeten</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">sie erzaehlen dem Himmel</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">unsere Seele ohne Paradies.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Traduzione: Cornelia Veldscholten</span>Carla Galvanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03273648227193142978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765757192377519427.post-29000767899465184362010-03-18T01:57:00.000-07:002010-03-18T01:59:02.784-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;">ROSE BIANCHE</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Le rose bianche</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">davanti alle icone</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">profumano di preghiera</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">raccontano al cielo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">la nostra anima senza paradiso.</span>Carla Galvanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03273648227193142978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765757192377519427.post-49950522365251767832010-03-18T01:56:00.000-07:002010-03-18T01:57:45.216-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Liebe</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Von Dir bewahre ich</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">die Gesaenge</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">der orthodoxen Kirchen</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">und den Duft</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">der Rosen</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">vor den Ikonen</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">der Heiligen.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Traduzione: Cornelia Veldscholten</span>Carla Galvanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03273648227193142978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765757192377519427.post-84163792989145687732010-03-18T01:55:00.000-07:002010-03-18T01:56:24.964-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Amore</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Di te conservo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">i canti</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">di chiese ortodosse</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">e il profumo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">delle rose</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">davanti alle icone</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">dei santi.</span>Carla Galvanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03273648227193142978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765757192377519427.post-14626872464002648912010-03-18T01:50:00.000-07:002010-03-18T01:55:16.473-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Fruehling</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ich</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">begegne</span> Dir</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">den</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rosen</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">jedem</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Fruehling</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">dein</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hauch</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">ist</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">jener</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Duft</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">des</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Liebkosens</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">und</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">des</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">Unendlichen</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Traduzione: Cornelia <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">Veldscholten</span></span>Carla Galvanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03273648227193142978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765757192377519427.post-17117154182980350872010-03-18T01:44:00.000-07:002010-03-18T01:46:20.974-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Primavera</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Ti incontro</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">nelle rose</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">ad ogni primavera</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">il tuo alito</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">è quel profumo di carezze</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">e di infinito</span>Carla Galvanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03273648227193142978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765757192377519427.post-37562196689898313192010-03-13T05:47:00.000-08:002010-03-13T05:50:30.619-08:00Kod šamana<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ne2fe9K8vJ0/S5uYCzy9OaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1g3hXvPOio/s1600-h/kod+samana.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ne2fe9K8vJ0/S5uYCzy9OaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-1g3hXvPOio/s400/kod+samana.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448115348265843106" /></a><br /><div><br />Blagoslovi vodu<div>svaki put kad odeš na reku;</div><div>slušaj vetar</div><div>kad stigne i govori ti;</div><div><br /></div><div>divi se snegu</div><div>u tišini praskozorja;</div><div><br /></div><div>traži po noći</div><div>društvo meseca,</div><div>tako ćeš ozdraviti.</div><div><br /></div><div>Carla Galvan</div><div>_______________</div></div>Carla Galvanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03273648227193142978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765757192377519427.post-42449143888024917022010-03-11T00:54:00.000-08:002010-03-18T01:50:19.356-07:00<div align="left">Per sempre</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Rideranno le rose</div><div align="left">intrecciandosi sopra la terra, </div><div align="left">che ci coprirà,</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">ricordando</div><div align="left">quanto il destino</div><div align="left">ci ha amato.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"></div>Carla Galvanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03273648227193142978noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765757192377519427.post-71584385508098939482010-03-07T23:03:00.000-08:002010-03-07T23:06:20.915-08:00Gledaj daleko<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ne2fe9K8vJ0/S5Sh28gwn4I/AAAAAAAAACI/kk4mYJnwpOE/s1600-h/lila+nebo.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ne2fe9K8vJ0/S5Sh28gwn4I/AAAAAAAAACI/kk4mYJnwpOE/s400/lila+nebo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446155814726311810" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Ne iziskuj ljubav, </div><div>voli danju i</div><div>zaboravljaj noću.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gledaj iščuđavan</div><div>i pretražuj u daljini;</div><div><br /></div><div>kad poseduješ</div><div>izgubljen je duh.</div><div><br /></div><div>Carla Galvan</div><div>(iz zbirke "Most među dušama")</div>Carla Galvanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03273648227193142978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765757192377519427.post-80521534169065249402010-03-01T10:07:00.000-08:002010-03-01T10:21:04.944-08:00Crvena svila i krst<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ne2fe9K8vJ0/S4wEchfUf2I/AAAAAAAAABw/dG-VS6GW4lU/s1600-h/ikona+pec.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ne2fe9K8vJ0/S4wEchfUf2I/AAAAAAAAABw/dG-VS6GW4lU/s400/ikona+pec.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443730937656672098" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; font-family:Times, serif;font-size:24px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Bila sam u Peći<br />ispod drevnih zidina<br />manastira i<br />katedrale<br />iz čijeg kamenja kaplje<br />milosrđe pravoslavaca.<br /><br />Stari patrijarh<br />deli hleb mira<br />i blagoslov<br />sa travom kraljeva,<br />vodom, crvenom svilom<br />i krstom,<br />sa molitvom<br />Ocu<br />Sinu<br />i Svetom Duhu,<br />pričest iz Izraela,<br />donesena iz Rima,<br />od svete braće<br />Ćirila i Metodija.<br />Zašto ko ne zna<br />kaže –<br />da nije više Srbija?<br /><br />Carla Galvan</span><br /></span></div>Carla Galvanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03273648227193142978noreply@blogger.com1