Assoc. Prof. Dr & Dr. Honoris Causa Sabahudin Hadžialić (Bosnia and Herzegovina)

Sabahudin Hadžialić (Bosnia and Herzegovina)
Assoc. Prof. Dr & Dr. Honoris Causa
 
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. Detailed info: http://sabihadzi.weebly.com.
 
 
 
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!
 
 
 
… ETERNAL DREAMS
 
I call out her name
at night
while she is asleep.
 
The reflexion of probability
is out of grasp
of my mortal soul
because
Ariadna
spun a yarn
from a molten core.
My core!
I call out her name
at dawn,
while she is asleep.
 
She is strong in her
restraint
while she lolls
on the tombstone
in the graveyard
of
my…
 
 
Destiny.
 
 
 
DEVIL’S PLAYGROUND
 
They understood!
 
They didn’t ask
…for anything else
but just a possibility to survive
within the boundaries
of a precious vision.
 
Vision of world
without hatred and senseless schemes
living in the minds of their neighbours.
 
They understood!
 
They didn’t ask…
…for anything else
but just a hope
that a right to live
is a right of every human.
 
And humanity
remained where it always was.
Entrapped within the boundaries
lacking identity.
 
Today
the life for them is about
survival
and
waiting for the end.
Are they there yet?
 
Translation by Anya Reich

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