UREZANI TRENUCI

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

UREZANI TRENUCI

Cvija Peranović Kojić

UREZANI TRENUCI

Neki dani se ne zaboravljaju...

Ne blijede, ne gube boju,

ne podliježu kalendaru.

Oni se urežu u srce

kao šapat vjetra koji te

jednom dotakao,

i nikad više – isto…

To su dani kada se prvi put osjeti

da je pogled postao most.

Kada ti je tišina bila prijatelj,

a bol – učitelj.

Kada si osjetila svjetlost

kako raste iznutra, bez ijednog razloga,

osim što si bila.

Postoje dani koji ne traže da ih brojiš,

već da ih živiš tako da ostanu.

Da ih duša prepozna i sačuva

kao dragulje u kutiji sjećanja.

To su trenuci koji mirišu na smijeh,

na suzu koja te oslobodila,

na riječi neizrečene,

a rekle su sve.

Vrijeme prolazi… da.

Ali neki trenuci u nama ostanu nepokretni –

kao svjetionici u oluji,

kao glas koji zna tvoje ime

i kad ga svi zaborave.

U njima ne živi prolaznost.

U njima živiš ti.

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ETCHED MOMENTS

Some days are never forgotten...

They don’t fade, don’t lose their color,

don’t submit to the calendar.

They etch themselves into the heart

like the whisper of wind that touched you once—

and never again the same…

These are the days when you first felt

that a glance had become a bridge.

When silence was your friend,

and pain—a teacher.

When you felt light

rising from within, for no reason at all

except that you existed.

There are days that ask not to be counted,

but to be lived in a way that they remain.

That the soul may recognize and keep them

like gems in a memory box.

These are moments that smell of laughter,

of tears that set you free,

of words unspoken—

yet they said it all.

Time passes… yes.

But some moments remain still within us—

like lighthouses in a storm,

like a voice that knows your name

even when all others forget it.

Transience doesn’t live in them.

You live in them.

Cvija Peranović Kojić

documentation: Waffaa Badarneh