Katarina Branković Gajić (Serbia)

Katarina Branković Gajić (Serbia)

 

Katarina Branković Gajić is the writer who comes from the old Belgrade literary family.
She finished high school and studied English language and literature.
She writes poetry and prose and she is a member of the Association of Writers in Serbia – UKS.
She has won various awards and plaques.
Katarina has directed and participated in various performances.
Also, she is Deputy Director of a Company in Belgrade and the President of the Association of writers “Skadarlija Bohemia”, which established and successfully organizes poetry evenings in the bohemian part of Belgrade – Skadarlija, many years.
She participates in humanitarian actions independently, and also with her Association of Writers.
Time is a relative term for her – there is only a state of mind…
She was always and remained own.

 

AND, IT BE THE LIGHT

And, it be the light …
God lowered it to Earth twice
First, when he created the world on the palm
Then, the gift misses through his mind…

Tesla served to the human race
The name that shines all over the world
Material meant nothing to him
A trait of the greatest genius in the world…

God sent him to give to human race
All that many wanted to trample
He fought with vains and unbelievers
To give light to the whole world…

They broked and named him freak
Nothingness did not touch him
He believed he was God’s envoy
to do debt to humanity, more worthy…

Honor was completely foreign to him
Because there is no such officer on the Earth
Which gives thanks for the works of God
Put the names of the immortals in a notebook…

Without him, nothing would be the same
We take pride with his works
Civilization would go back into darkness
We would be in demand among the blinds…

But it be the light…
The sun was again given to man
To protect the planet from destruction
Worthy of Tesla and God’s reward…

 

YOU CAN BE A POET

I never told you I love you …
Not a gentle word of consolation
And, you spoke inspiredly
How beautiful world is if I exist
And it’s all love with my eyes
If to you in the early morning
My face is shoning
Happiness follows you for many days…

I never gave you hope
And it was hard to say
That I am here when needed
To be your friend
If you need it…

I never told you that you were nice man
And, you were, really…
Not even being manly, like some …
I never gave you my hands
To hold them in your own
And you held and felt them
Running “with me”
Celestial fields…

I never praised you
To write beautifully
To have the face of an angel
To speak the most beautiful
Fairy tales about us
Those invented in dreams…

And you could be a poet
The great poet…
If only I had let you into my life
You have written so many verses
Full of emotions…
And, I was the only one reading them…

When I think about it better…
Your life is, after all
Poetry…

 

YOU WOULD HAVE ME

You would have me…
Just so you know
Put the flower
Into my lush hair
On your bust
To whisper gentle words to me
And be the Little Prince…

You would have me …
That you grasped why I’m here…
I don’t scatter my minutes…
They must be fulfilled
By the beauty of being…
Because it’s for a great vacation
Too early …

You would have me …
If you had more depth than mine …
… expansion of “merged vessels” …
A, hydrostatic pressure
It wouldn’t be a fluid paradox …
It would connect the labyrinthes of our lives
And he boldly opposed the laws
What people wrote
But, no God…

And, only it had to know
To read from my eyes
And surrender unreservedly
Not caring for a cracked world …
Because…
My hair was waiting
On your bust …
… to put a flower in it…

It’s too late, now…

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