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Blues of a blond

If you leave
this heart of sadness
it will fall alone.

It is the blues of a blond
wanting your love.

Medenadana

I am a jester
a juggler of images.
A lonesome life.

I´m trading the Sun, the Moon
for an uncertain future.

Colors
They are telling stories
Enriching our souls
And giving us life

Summer
Watching through the window.
Listen to the raindrops.
Smelling the summer.
The most beautiful song
When I woke,
I felt the love for you
that goes on...
Medenadana
I love colors
I love colors.
They are in my heart
everlasting joyfulness.

The Woods
The woods are calling me
with its magical voices
and its beauty.

Meadow
of dreams

I.
Discover me
on the sweet meadow of dreams
where I peacefully dream.
II.
I will bathe
with scented petals
full of spring spirit.
III.
And I will be a butterfly,
a bird, a cloud and the sun.
A child of happiness.
IV.
Now sweet dreams
are living my life.
Making me happy.
Love
A breeze and
some raindrop
telling us "love".
Medenadana
Where to go?
I.
Where to go
when the locked door
hasn´t got the key?
II.
Wait for you,
your light steps,
my peaceful soul.

This Christmas
I.
Fulfilled with love
I made others happier
this Christmas.
II.
And satisfied
I dreamed the sweetest dreams
with my sincere heart.

A star far away
I.
Among the stars
I am touching with my hands
the shape of your face.
I am not still aware of you,
gleaming star.
II.
Among the stars
far away destinies
I am begging for solace.
In that with I am burning,
feeling your breath.
A picture of memory
View of an island,
a sea, sky and you...
A picture of memory.
Medenadana
A house in the forest
At noon in the city.
I remembered grandma,
a house in the forest.

A picture of little Mate
A good brandy,
a few cigarettes -
Mate´s company.

Dream of me, Mazo
Dream of me, Mazo.
Let the hands, touches,
be a real day.
Perhaps with dreams you can
summon our love.

The white dream
They hidden in squat
in a corner of my memory -
beautiful flakes.
A few more days and maybe
I would see a white dream.
Medenadana

Happy leaf
Drop by drop tip top.
A happy leaf of ivy
celebrates a new day.
Medenadana Product of imagination
Cherries, apples...
Products of my imagination
sail through my dreams.

Happy soul
My soul is arise
as you kiss me and cuddle me
sweetly and passionately.

Sorrow
When you leave me,
whom will I share my sorrows with
at my lowest times?
Wilderness of Wind
Leaves of a lime-tree
are loudly speaking
by the wilderness of wind.
Medenadana
Jazz H@Q
Ti ti ri ti pa
ti pa ti ra pa pa pa
pa pa ra ra pam.

Caressing
My love one
is caressing my face
when I dream of him.

Missing you
I.
I miss you.
Silence, sadness, greyness...
That is me now.
II.
And when I´m with you,
I could be love,
joy and red.

Flying
I.
Take me softly,
put me on wings of the wind
and make me the happiness.
II.
To fly so free,
without restrain,
it´s like living.
Flower
I know I am just
a flower in the bud,
a young morning sun..

Medenadana
Happiness

I.
Happiness is somewhere
secretively hidden away
in our hearts.
II.
Only happiness and it´s
breath are giving a new life
to a weary soul.
III.
To find happiness
it´s like making love
with your breath.

Sad love
It´s sad...
when you see with eyes
instead of heart.

Cvrrr of Jadranovo
I hear cvrrrr, cvrrr, cvr.
It´s time to dream -
a cricket says.
Hidden behind a closet
writing the Sea´s history.

Finally the sun
Spring´s morning
is showing a new day -
finally the sun.
Here comes spring
The Sun confused
people and animals -
here comes spring.
Medenadana
Ljubač
Oh! Splash, splash.
The Sun, beaches and fish.
Let´s go home "love".
A dialog with Silence
Coffee on the table
Bird melody are reaching
The shiny treetop
A dialog with silence
pleasing summer´s morning.

A sunny Zagreb
Red and green.
The sound of nature evokes
life in the two.
Embraced we dream
fiery summer morning.

Zabok
"life during the war"
I.
Hinterland´s hills,
the sunny roofs of
houses from Zabok
The images return you
to "life during the war".
II.
The warm embrace,
people with big hearts,
when you need it.
The images return you
to "life during the war".
Medenadana
A boys game

A ball, Penatur.
The Sun is hot -
a boy´s game.
Saint Donat
I.
Stone by stone,
behold the glory of Zadar -
a big founding.
Saint Donat is watching us,
proudly greets.
II.
Visitors,
get in touch with
the soul of stone.
History is written in stone
by sweat and toil.

Marine poet
(for David)
I.
To whom am I writing now
a poet of my soul?
Sea waves?
II.
That blueness
that feeds and opiates,
sails through dreams.
III.
I am like a fairy,
syren and eel -
the magic dive.
IV.
With your power
I become the purple,
morning and tomorrow.
V.
There where you don't reach,
where the sun no trace left,
there I dream.
Medenadana

VI.
Under the sun I dwell.
At night I live my sadness,
the moon is my solace.
VII.
Through love ...
The deep blue
is my dream at night.
VIII.
Dreams are lifting me,
splitting in a half -
I am spotless figure.
IX.
Marine poet,
if you are approaching with a storm,
dreams will disappear.
X.
I am waiting for you at the bottom
dressed in silence
of the azure dreams.

Vir´s road
I.
One Vir´s road
looking for a good wine´s road,
cheese and anchovies.
A group of friends on the scrumptius road
compose a song tonight.
II.
Drunken souls,
on the wine´s road hum
"For Dalmatia".
You are beautiful, land of ours,
and all thy ways.
Medenadana