O brodovima i ljudima

"The Wild Wild Sea"

I saw it again this evening,
Black sail in a pale yellow sky
And just as before in a moment,
It was gone where the grey gulls fly

If it should happen again I shall worry
That only a strange ship could fly
And my sanity scans the horizon
In the light of a darkening sky

That night as I walked in my slumber
I walked into the sea strand
And I swam with the moon and her lover
Until I lost sight of the land

I swam till the night became morning
Black sea in the reddening sky
Found myself on the deck on a rolling ship
So far where no grey gulls fly

All around me was silence
As if mocking my frail human hopes
And a question mark hung in the canvas
For the wind that had died in the ropes

I may have slept for an hour
I may have slept for a day
For a woke in a bed of white linen
And the sky was the colour of clay

At first just a rustle of canvas
And the gentlest breath on my face
But a galloping line of white horses
Said that soon we were in for a race

The gentle sigh turned to a howling
And the grey sky she angered to black
And my anxious eyes searched the horizon
With the gathering sea at my back

Did I see the shade of a sailor
On the bridge through the wheelhouse pane
Held fast to the wheel of the rocking ship
As I squinted my eyes in the rain

For the ship had turned into the wind
Against the storm to brace
And underneath the sailor's hat
I saw my father's face

If a prayer today is spoken
Please offer it for me
When the bridge to heaven is broken
And you've lost on the wild wild sea
Lost on the wild wild sea...

razmisljam

БЕЛЕЕТ ПАРУС ОДИНОКИЙ

слова М.Ю.Лермонтова

Белеет парус одинокий
В тумане моря голубом!...
Что ищет он в стране далекой?
Что кинул он в краю родном?

Играют волны - ветер свищет,
И мачта гнется и скрипит...
Увы, - он счастия не ищет
И не от счастия бежит!

Под ним струя светлей лазури,
Над ним луч солнца золотой
А он, мятежный, просит бури,
Как будто в бурях есть покой!

1832



JEDRO

Beli se jedno jedro samo
kroz plave morske magle dalj. -
Šta traži ovom tuđom stranom?
Što ostavi svoj rodni žal?

Talase mreška vetar sveži,
i škripi jarbol, drhti kilj;
ah, ono nit od sreće beži
niti je sreća njemu cilj! -

Pod njim duboke modre struje,
nad njime zlatan sunčev pir: -
a ono žudi huk oluje,
ko da oluja nosi mir!

1832. (B. Živojinović)

kad smo vec kod rusa, kazu oni i: MORE UTAPA MORNARE, A TUGA ONE KOJI ZIVE NA KOPNU

bolid1

i lepo drustvo...jbg, prva asocijacjia na ladju

ladju? cica zvana rio?

c-c-c...