THE SCENT OF HOLOCAUST For a long time I have been digging the hardness of the ground With my nails I touch the paleness of the skin unknown Wondering how they are my unmoving neighbours Coldly rigid laying or curvely dead I don’t know where you arrived from and when the death touched you I feel your closeness from lands away Pain and suffering still screaming from your mouth The strongest is the scent of holocaust of your burned souls I count the pellets in a number of holes in head Blood has already dried in empty eyes With your bodies the earth is covered As the food to some better words Man is anyway the only being That cruelly destroys himself alone Hopefully from these dead bodies new ones could born As these did not deserve this world. WALK, WALK... Walk, walk... With your charming high hills, and hold my hand tight. You are full of youth desire Inside me, still my old heart beats. Walk, walk... Our souls are touched With my age experiences and your young excitement. Walk, walk... With your dreamed body Hidden under the coat With your head leaned on my chest. On the next love intersection No mater how heartfelt would be We'll kiss as long as we could And than walk away in separate ways. And, we are so interesting (special) couple.... Curious side walkers Don't know if I am your father or grandfather Walk, walk.. maybe we will meet while still young Recognize ourselves after our hearts beat In some other shape On some other planet In some other world.... KEEPING YOU UNDER MY SKIN Come and sneak, You are right under my skin Under my ribs Are you ready to listen to heart's beats coated with you Stars are shining in a different way Moon has a silvery smile the same like mine And the wind make us feel fresh with its warm, gentle touch. I don't hide you Just proudly carry in side me I will cry from happiness on a thirsty grass for water Wash you early morning with the freshness of the bedding scent So beautiful I will breath in and breath out Look at yourself I keep you under my warm skin.
Zdravko Odorcic was born in Osijek. He works and lives in Zagreb, Croatia. He is a theatre activist, a writer and a poet. He published over 150 literary works including 9 plays, I novel, 7 poetry books and 1 children book. He is founder of Kultura Snova and online Radio Snova. He is a playwright who directs his own scripts on stage. He was the founder and Director of TV Osjek Plus during the Patriotic War. He leads Zagreb Poetry evenings weekly. Kultura Snova has 250 members and followers all over the world who collaborated and work with him. He is some kind of cultural ambassador connecting people from various races, cultures and religions spreading tolerance, peace and bridging people from all over the world through his artistic activities. Recently he started caravans of poets called Na Dlanu or On The Palm of The Hand producing anthology from each poem festivals he organizes from various towns in the Balkans.