NATAŠA RADANOVIĆ

 

 

While Someone Reads

 

A voice does not remain,

it falls silent.

 

A face does not remain,

it fades away.

 

Nor do I remain,

I pass.

 

But a word,

if it is truth,

finds its way.

 

To someone

who never knew me,

yet felt me.

 

And then,

we are no longer alone.

 

For as long as someone reads,

we exist.

 

DOK NEKO ČITA

 

Ne ostaje glas,

utihne.

 

Ne ostaje lice,

izblijedi.

 

Ne ostajem ni ja,

prođem.

 

Ali riječ,

ako je istina,

nađe put.

 

Do nekog

ko me nikad nije znao,

a osjetio me.

 

I tada,

nismo više sami.

 

Jer dok neko čita,

postojimo.

 

Girl And The Moon

 

I wrote you letters,

white moon,

they came from silent distances,

sometimes from the slopes of a quiet mountain,

sometimes from a river that hides secrets.

 

One day the Moon decided

to change its place of living,

and the girl, full of wonder,

stared into the open sea.

 

The Moon writes to its beloved:

“I have arrived at a new place,

now I sit in deep thought,

I wish I could be in your embrace.”

 

She replies softly:

“I am here, I am waiting for you,

with open arms I cannot wait

for your golden light to appear.”

 

The Moon goes to rest,

to find a path and a gentle way,

how to come closer to her,

whispering a lullaby.

 

“Here I am, my soul,

I bring you two roses:

one white and one red,

two morning kisses.”

 

The girl looks, full of wonder,

silent, completely still,

and from her dreamy eyes

the full Moon shines in full radiance.

 

DEVOJKA I MESEC

 

Pisala sam ti pisma,

meseče beli,

stizala su iz daljina nemih,

nekad s obronka tihe planine,

nekad sa reke što tajne krije.

 

Rešio je Mesec jednog dana

da promeni mesto stanovanja,

a devojka, sva u čudu,

zagleda se u morsku pučinu.

 

Piše Mesec svojoj dragoj:

„Stigao sam ja do mesta,

sada sedim baš zamišljen,

rado bih ti u zagrljaj.“

 

Ona njemu tiho piše:

„Tu sam, stojim i čekam te,

raširenih ruku ja

ne mogu dočekati

žutu svetlost da zasija.“

 

Ode Mesec da predahne,

da smisli put i blagu zamku,

kako da joj bude bliži,

prošaputa uspavanku.

 

„Evo mene, dušo moja,

dve ti ruže nosim ja:

jednu belu i crvenu,

dva jutarnja poljupca.“

 

Gleda draga, sva u čudu,

zanemela, ona sva je,

iz očiju njenih snenih

sija Mesec punim sjajem.

 

Love Poem

 

Silent Vow

 

I do not ask you to speak your love aloud,

nor to promise me tomorrow’s day;

it is enough

that you love me clearly,

quietly and faithfully, like a given vow.

 

I do not ask where

your paths are leading,

nor what your nights

bring you -  I already know;

if our gazes meet on their own,

all that is mine

becomes an eternal frame.

 

Love is most beautiful

when it does not swear,

when in silence

it learns to last;

and the heart carries its burden,

asking for nothing, giving not in vain.

 

If you love me -  love me this way:

without fear, words, or signs;

so that in my heart remains sacred -

love is endurance,

not a fragile dedication.

 

LJUBAVNE PESME

 

Tiha zakletva

 

Ne tražim da mi ljubav kažeš glasno,

ni da mi obećaš sutrašnji dan;

dovoljno je

da me voliš jasno,

tiho i verno, kao zavet dan.

 

Ne pitam kuda

vode tvoje staze,

ni šta ti noći

donose - znam;

ako se pogledi sami spoje,

sve što je moje

večan je ram.

 

Ljubav je najlepša

kad se ne kune,

kad u tišini

nauči da traje;

i srce svoje breme ponese,

ništa ne traži, nit’ uzalud daje.

 

Ako me voliš -  voli me tako:

bez straha, reči i bez znaka;

da u mom srcu ostane sveto -

ljubav je trajanje,

ne posveta tanka.

 

Angels Of Heaven

 

Where are you rushing, restless,

careless world,

when tears are falling

for every child lost to violence?

Laughter fades, the day stands still,

and sorrow descends

upon the parents’ doorstep.

 

You were never to blame, little angels,

you had only just stepped

onto the threshold of life,

with the glow of dawn within your eyes,

yet darkness stole your paradise too soon.

 

Innocent hearts, fragile and pure,

suddenly extinguished before they could bloom,

leaving behind a silence, deep and speechless,

and wounds forever sleeping in the soul.

 

I write these verses while my heart weeps,

while the earth mourns for its children,

every tear becomes a word without a voice,

every grief a sorrow beyond comfort.

 

Little bees, gentle fawns,

your souls were tender, delicate, and bright,

now the heavens embrace your wings,

while silent angels watch over you in peace.

 

Time falls silent, the world trembles,

when violence takes a child’s blossom,

and every star begins to glow more softly

to guard the dreams of little angels.

 

You were never guilty, innocent souls,

why must dreams collapse too soon?

When a child departs, the heavens grow silent,

and every love trembles

within prayer and sacred sorrow.

 

May the angels guard you tenderly,

may the heavenly kingdom

and gardens of paradise welcome you,

and we shall remember forever

all angels of heaven,

lighting candles for every innocent child lost.

 

For when a child’s laughter is extinguished,

the whole world trembles,

and even sin falls silent before them;

yet your light does not fade,

you become citizens

of the eternal heavenly city. 🙏🌎🕊️

 

ANĐELI NEBA

 

Kuda srljaš, nemirni,

nemarni svete,

kad suze padaju za

svako stradalo dete?

Utihne smeh, zastane dan,

a bol se spusti

na roditeljski prag.

 

Niste vi krivi, anđeli mali,

tek ste na prag života stali,

u očima vašim svitanja sjaj,

a tama vam uze prerano raj.

 

Nedužna srca, krhka i čista,

ugašena naglo, bez ijednog lista,

ostade tišina, duboka i nema,

i rana što zauvek u duši drema.

 

Ja pišem stih dok srce jeca,

dok ćuti zemlja zbog svoje dece,

svaka je suza reč bez glasa,

svaka je tuga bez svoga spasa.

 

Pčelice male, srne pitome,

duše vam blage, nežne i lomne,

krila vam sada nebesa grle,

anđeli tihi nad vama bdiju i ćute.

 

Zanemi vreme, zadrhti svet,

kad nasilje uzme dečiji cvet,

svaka se zvezda tiše zapali,

da čuva snove anđela malih.

 

Niste vi krivi, nevine duše,

zašto se snovi prerano ruše?

Kad dete ode, nebo zanemi,

i svaka ljubav u tišini

i molitvi za duše divne zadrhti.

 

Neka vas anđeli nežno čuvaju,

nek vam nebesko carstvo i

bašte raja daruju,

a mi ćemo pamtiti zauvek sve

anđele neba, paliti sveće

za vas nevino stradale.

 

Jer kada se ugasi dečiji smeh,

zadrhti ceo svet,

i pred njima zanemi greh,

al’ vaša svetlost ne prestaje tad,

postajete stanovnici

večnog nebeskog grada. 🙏🌎🕊️

 

NATAŠA RADANOVIĆ

 

NATAŠA RADANOVIĆ is an artist, poet, and painter of Serbian nationality and Montenegrin roots, born in 1971 in Foča. She completed her education in Goražde and later studied at the Academy of Fine Arts. From an early age, she expressed her artistic talent through visual arts, acting, recitation, and music. She writes poetry and prose, and her works have been published in numerous anthologies, collections, and literary magazines worldwide. She is the recipient of several prestigious awards both in her homeland and internationally. After moving to Sweden, she joined the theater group “Sutra” and appeared as an extra in films about Wallander, as well as in a music video for the band “Raw.” She later devoted herself to painting as a self-taught artist. Her artistic expression is built on personal and symbolic motifs, through works of strong emotion and vivid colors. She held her first solo exhibition in 2021 in Belgrade, and since then has participated in numerous solo, humanitarian, and group exhibitions in Serbia and abroad. Her paintings are part of private collections worldwide. She is a human rights advocate, humanitarian, and supporter of peace in the world. She lives and creates in Sweden.

 

NATAŠA RADANOVIĆ, umetnica, pesnikinja i slikarka, srpkinja crnogorskih korena, rođena je 1971. godine u Foči. Školovanje je završila u Goraždu, a potom studirala na Akademiji likovnih umetnosti. Umetnički talenat pokazuje od mladosti kroz likovne, glumačke, recitatorske i muzičke aktivnosti. Piše poeziju i prozu, a njeni radovi objavljivani su u brojnim antologijama, zbornicima i časopisima širom sveta. Dobitnica je više prestižnih nagrada u zemlji i inostranstvu. Po odlasku u Švedsku pridružuje se pozorištu „Sutra“ i učestvuje kao statista u filmovima o Valanderu, kao i u muzičkom spotu benda „Raw“. Nakon toga se posvećuje slikarstvu kao samouka umetnica. Svoj umetnički izraz gradi na ličnim i simboličkim motivima, kroz dela snažnih emocija i živih boja. Prvu samostalnu izložbu imala je 2021. godine u Beogradu, a do danas je priredila više samostalnih, humanitarnih i grupnih izložbi u zemlji i inostranstvu. Njene slike nalaze se u privatnim kolekcijama širom sveta. Borac je za ljudska prava, humanista i zagovornik mira u svetu. Živi i stvara u Švedskoj.