Pastirica

Čini mi se da ću ovim poglavljem učiniti nešto prijelomno ― odlučujem ovo i buduća poglavlja pisati na hrvatskom jeziku. Doduše, to sam i ranije znala učiniti (napose onda kada bih pisala o svojoj poeziji), no ovo poglavlje vuče me da ga predstavim nikako drugačije no tako: i sam naziv lijepo mi zvuči kada ga naslovim „Pastirica“.

Zamišljam zelene poljane, mir u duši, bose noge i livadno cvijeće. To je seoska raskoš, neko buduće doba. Prošlost, koja mi je nekoć bila mila, neka se ponovi.

― iz druge zbirke poezije

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Tradicija moga sela

“Oj, garava, garava, a gdje ti je marama?” — momci pjevaju, dok djevojke odgovaraju: “Ostala, propala gdje sam sinoć spavala.” Momci nastavljaju: “Oj, garava, garava, šta si sinoć sanjala?” i djevojke im vele: “Spavala, sanjala da se s dragim vjenčala.” Prošlu subotu Bošnjačani i Bošnjačanke tako su započeli svoj nastup u Komletincima, nastupajući kao kulturno-umjetničko društvo “Branimir”, koje je osnovano davne 1914. godine. Ovo poglavlje donosi jednu ljubavnu priču koja se rodila ’98. godine, i to na probama KUD-a. Riječ je o Ivanu i Meliti Lešić (rođ. Jovanovac) koji su preko svoje ljubavi prema tradiciji našli i put jedno do drugoga, a u nošnji su se i vjenčali. Ponosni su roditelji triju sinova.

Ivan, po selu zvan Iva (Bartolov), sam je sagradio i uredio obiteljski stan izvan sela. Imajući čistu prirodu koja ga okružuje, taj stan, s tim okružjem, izgleda kao maleni Raj. Imala sam čast fotografirati čitavu obitelj, ponosno predstavljajući ljepotu tradicije moga sela.

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A bit of my creativity

Everything I am creating these days is connected either with my fashion ideas or the poetry. Last October I have started the project I never thought it will appear, and that is chaining the poems free from form into a new poetry book made of 366 poems (exactly, one for each day, including the 29th of February). Inspiration is such a surprising thing! An artist could never know when it will come and in what form.

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The love for words and fashion

Since I learned how to write all the letters, it started my adventure with words. At first these where some simple sentences I used to write in the picture books I was receiving – such as: “This is my favourite book ever” (written inside of “The wizard of Oz”) – that were, later on, more specified and connected in the short stories and the poems since when I was nine years old. What a vivid imagination I had! What took it from me so I am still trying to finish my first novel? In the meantime, this blog appeared – even I am mostly making the posts how passionate I am about the fashion, the real story behind all that has to be included: that is me – and, in my world, the words are the essence.

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The birthday girl

When it comes to my birthday or the New Year, I am not the happiest one – I usually start to question myself even more intensively have I done enough in the time that passed. Recently, by writing my first novel, I finally confirmed that the ideas I am dealing with now were not mature enough to be fully realized in any other time in the past – and that questioning became less conspicuous.

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