Biography:
ZLATAN DEMIROVIĆ
Bilingual book writer, novelist, critic, internationally acknowledged poet, and trilingual translator (English, Czech, Bosnian-Croatian-Serbin languages).
* The founder of PRODIGY LIFE ACADEMY and author of the PRODIGY LIFE PROGRAM, which serves as a platform for spiritual and personal development.
* Founder and Editor in Chief of PRODIGY PUBLISHED-USA
* Founder and Editor of PRODIGY MAGAZINE-USA
Translated into:
Italian, French, Spanish, Portuguese, German, Swedish, Greek, Turkish, Chinese, Russian,Japanese, Hindu, Bengal, BCS (Bosnian, Croatian, Serbian), Albanian, Dutch, Hausa Nigerian, Arabic, Aleut (Alaska), Pakistan, Bahasa-Indonesia, Kurdish, Persian, Azerbaijan, Tajik, Bulgarian, Romanian, Hebrew, Punjabi, Slovenian, Czech, Slovak, Tamil, Uzbek, Kyrgyz, Nepali, Assam, and more, on the way.
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Bilingual book writer, novelist, critic, internationally acknowledged poet, and trilingual translator (English, Czech, Bosnian-Croatian-Serbin languages).The founder of:
PRODIGY LIFE ACADEMY, PRODIGY PUBLISHED, PRODIGY MAGAZINE-USA
FRAGMENTI DUŠE
Razasuti su svuda,
ko putokazi na raskrižjima rastanaka,
mirisni cvjetovi sjećanja,
nedozrelih čežnji
na ukrštanju puteva
praiskonskih snova…
Kao žigovi i sumorne rane
neostvarenih želja,
na uvenulim pupoljcima
vječnih pranadanja…
Ranjene duše nikada
ne ostaju cijele,
A nisu ni same,
i kao lišće sa drveća
u rojevima padaju
na promrzlo tlo,
gdje se upuštaju u putovanja
ponovnog začeća, u pravcu
zacjeljenja najdubljih rana…
Govore glasovima predaka,
spajajući poznato sa nepoznatim…
polusvjesno sanjajući,
da će jednom sresti
svjetlo te najviše svijesti,
što otvara pogled na put,
put potpunog opraštanja,
zajedničkih i vlastitih nedjela…
Bez obzira na sve,
sunce izlazi na horizontu,
na imaginarnom obzoru više sfere,
kao da pokazuje zlatni ključ
i hoće nam opet reći,
da otvara vrata
sjedinjenja
sa nekim,
jednim,
vječnim,
jedinim i
neprikosnovenim…
SOUL FRAGMENTS
They are scattered everywhere,
as signposts at the crossroads of partings,
fragrant flowers of memory,
immature longings
at the crossroads
of primal dreams…
Like scars and grim wounds
unfulfilled wishes,
on withered buds
eternal blessings…
Wounded souls never remain whole,
that, as in some child's imagination,
gave way to the curious
in the box of the amphitheater, eager for apparitions…
There is little room for harmless pictures…
Those souls are never alone.
Like leaves from trees
they fall in swarms
on the frozen ground,
where they embark on journeys
of re-conception, in the direction
healing the deepest wounds…
They speak with the voices of their ancestors,
combining the known with the unknown…
half-consciously dreaming,
that they will meet one day
the light of that highest consciousness,
which opens a view of the road,
the path of complete forgiveness,
common and own misdeeds…
No matter what,
the sun rises on the horizon,
on the imaginary horizon of the higher sphere,
as if showing a golden key
and will tell us again,
to open the door
unions with
eternal,
one,
the only one
and inviolable…