BLUES FOR MY EX-COUNTRY/HOMELAND I had a country. They took it away. They did not ask for permission. The very same people who now want to establish customs zones, introduce joint parliament sitting and start to exchange war criminals. The very same THEY who caused the trouble in the first place. … I can only say one word COUNTRY/HOMELAND One day you will realise that PEOPLE lived there for generations and not… NO, DON’T SHOOT!! PERPETUM MOBILE IN THE BALKANS I stepped/entered into backyard/patio and had coffee/Turkish coffee/espresso with my neighbour/fellow citizen. Then/after I took a pistol/revolver and shot myself/put a bullet through my head!? Language does not fire bullets however the words you use can end your life. TEN YEARS LATER Envy and malice feed on my mistakes. I try to understand what they are painlessly looking for the collectiveness of my being. I don’t understand that without pain there is no life let alone….. REALITY FILMED Dismal image of my own imprint in time that’s real inside the vision that- isn’t, is desperately in search for Her ! … Queen Elizabeth, Chatherine, Nikolajevna, Princess Dianna, Fatima Disappear in front of the eyes of wild hordes. … I remain alone trembling with trepidation trying to figure out what is it that they want. … Virtual reality of a surreal film-world is nothing more than a treacherous impersonation of a real world that deceives me a Servile Servant ! .. She’s gone ! Will she ever come back ? The question is swept by the wind. … I’ll wait for the storm to calm and try to catch the mistral wind to find a cove, and search for the place where I met her. Barefoot and naked. Back in the day. On the stage ! STRANGE DREAM Hands buried in sand Deep ….. Blood stained hands. Both. … I try to reach the bottom of the sand pit digging deep, feeling pain.…. Two blue eyes deep dive towards you. Blood shot eyes. Both. Carried on the wave of desperate tears, I try to catch a glimpse of you, however you disappeared behind a horizon. … Alas ! You drew near, furtively and embraced The World !
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Sabahudin Hadžialić was born in 1960, in Mostar, Bosnia and Herzegovina. Today he lives in Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina. He is a professor, scientist, writer, poet, journalist, and editor. He wrote 26 books (poetry, prose, essays as well as textbooks for the Universities in BiH and abroad) and his art and scientific work is translated in 25 world languages He published books in BiH, Serbia, France, Switzerland, USA and Italy. He participates within EU project funds and he is a member of Scientific boards of Journals in Poland, India and USA. Also, he is a regular columnists & essayist, since 2014, of Eurasia Review, think tank and journal of news&analysis from USA. Since 2009 he is co-owner and Editor in chief of DIOGEN pro culture – magazine for, culture, art, education and science from USA. He is a member of major association of writers in BiH, Serbia and Montenegro as well as Foundations and Associations worldwide. As professor he was teaching and still does at the Universities in BiH, Italy, Lithuania and Poland.