985 EMBRACING LESSON OF WILSON'S POSITIVE GEOGRAPHY

BOSTON

16.6*C


Wilson's Promenade
For the momentum of positive geography
there is a place covered with memories of 480 Linden-trees
thousands moonlights under a sky ,
billions first kisses ,
countless dates ,
millions melodies with different tunes
Linden-trees grow bigger and fly up
with every new generations of lovers,friends,students, poets...
They hold a secret of broken harts,
big loves,first loves,last loves.....
Story of universe
Stories of life or life stories
Whispers of city,reverence and glory........
Wilsonianisam would be expression for a legacy of promenade
that habitats will pass through time.
Place where we learn to dream,
to love,
to remember......
L.L.H. 1998

Basic facts;

Thomas Woodrow Wilson (1856-1924)honorable 28th President of USA
13th President of Princeton University
34th Governor of New Jersey
Nobel Peace Price awarded at 1919,
Under his presidency women got guarantee the right to vote (19th Amendment),
He made public expression to honor motherhood ,every second Sanday in May since that time we celabrate Mothers Day.
After all President Willson struggled and overcome debilitating dyslexia throughout his
life.His great sensitivity,abiliity and determination to comperhend and resolute such complex dynamics of internacional affairs and his internacionalisam are truly legacy that we can treasure nowdays.

Promenade with 480 Linden -trees have been built under Austro-Hungarian officials,but city officials gave name Wilson's Promenade on 1914 to honor 28 th President of USA.In spite of attempts to change name under different officials, citizens of Sarajevo never accepted.
They continue to dream dreams and they never stop to call landmark Wilson's Promenade.
On April city decided to revitalised "Vilsonovo Setaliste".

Icon of town ,poet and professor beloved by citizens "cika"Kiko Izet Srajlic(1930-2002) wrote poem that have been known to many generations of Sarajlija.

VILSONOVO SETALISTE

Mi nemamo Bolunjsku sumu,
ni Hajd Park ni Vrapčja Brdai što se lirike tiče,
s jeseni, kad počne da opada lišće,
u ovoj varoši koja je baš u lirici oskudna i tvrdami
nismo imali gdje da idemo nego na Vilsonovo Šetalište.
Vilsonovo - naši Čistije Prudi, naš Kej Volter.
Odavde,mada su mnoge ptice iz mog pokoljenja docnije i zasvinjile,išli smo, mi Jovani, mi Ivani, mi Avde,neko u ministre, neko u De Vinjije.
Uopšte, nikad toliko pjesma nije bila cijenjena u mojoj domovini.
Knjigu stihova je držao svako, kao što danas drži volan
A dvoje na Vilsonovom, dvoje na mjesečini znalo je više
Šekspira nego danas cijela jedna škola.
Bilo je to davno.
Još nije bilo ni televizije ni sinemaskopa!
Zato su na sve strane treštali jambi i horeji
Lažem! Od Koreje, koja je tad krvarila, svaki čas i
Evropa mogla je da se zakoreji.
Moja draga, koja mi je u međuvremenu postala žena,
voljela je tada Jirži Volkera.
Mojoj dragoj, koja mi je u međuvremenu postala žena,
čitao sam tada Jirži Volkera.
Bili smo tad tako bogati, imali smo oči, ruke, usta.
To je iz Volkera.
U suštini, bili smo siromaštvo sâmo.
I mada je o našoj sreći govorila i glavna knjiga zemlje - Ustavda
da nije bilo neba naša ljubav ne bi imala ni krova nad glavom.
Bili smo niko i ništa, imali smo samo to nebo i taj život,
sem snova svega drugog lišen.
Da smo tada umrli za našim kovčegom išlo bi samo lišće.
Sada djeca uzmu kola i prvoj mis svijeta koju sretnu kažu - Izvolite.
Sada svaki maturant takoreći u prilici je da u garsonjeri, uz Baha ili uz Bitlse,
sjedne pored svoje Lolite.
Mi smo to činili na Vilsonovom, u prisustvu milicije.
I nije nam smetalo što Miljacka na tom mjestu postaje najobičnija bara
ni što milicija tako pomno nad moralom svojih sugrađana bdije.
Bilo je to davno. Umjesto memoarâ pisali smo svoje prve elegije.
Inače, u svijetu uvijek po jedna Koreja gine,u protivnom - od čega bi živjeli istoričari,
a ja, dok se sjećam Vilsonovog i mjesečine,
ja starim ja starim, ja starim.

GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE WHEREVER YOU ARE.......

986 WAIT FOR ME,WART AUF MICH,CEKAJ ME

BOSTON 22.9 *C

K.Simonov great Russian poet and journalist wrote "Wait for me " to his love when hi was assigned to duty as war correspondent during a WWII....

ENGLISH

Wait for me

Wait for me,
and I'll come back!
Wait with all you've got!
Wait, when dreary
yellow rains
Tell you, you should not.
Wait when snow is falling fast
,Wait when summer's hot,
Wait when yesterdays are past,
Others are forgot.
Wait, when from that far-off place,
Letters don't arrive.
Wait, when those with
whom you wait Doubt if I'm alive.
Wait for me, and I'll come back!
Wait in patience yet
When they tell you off by heart
That you should forget.
Even when my dearest ones
Say that I am lost,
Even when my friends give up,
Sit and count the cost,
Drink a glass of bitter wine
To the fallen friend -Wait!
And do not drink with them!
Wait until the end!
Wait for me and I'll come back,
Dodging every fate!
"What a bit of luck!" they'll say,
Those that would not wait.
They will never understand
How amidst the strife,
By your waiting for me, dear,
You had saved my life.
Only you and I will know
How you got me through.
Simply - you knew how to wait
No one else but you
1941



RUSSIAN

Жди меня

Жди меня, и я вернусь.
Только очень жди,
Жди, когда наводят грусть
Желтые дожди,
Жди, когда снега метут,
Жди, когда жара,
Жди, когда других не ждут,
Позабыв вчера
Жди, когда из дальних мест
Писем не придет,
Жди, когда уж надоест
Всем, кто вместе ждет.
Жди меня, и я вернусь,
Не желай добра
Всем, кто знает наизусть,
Что забыть пора.
Пусть поверят сын и мать
В то, что нет меня,
Пусть друзья устанут ждать,
Сядут у огня,
Выпьют горькое вино
На помин души..
Жди.
И с ними заодно
Выпить не спеши.
Жди меня, и я вернусь,
Всем смертям назло.
Кто не ждал меня,
тот пустьСкажет: - Повезло.
Не понять, не ждавшим им,
Как среди огня
Ожиданием своим
Ты спасла меня.
Как я выжил, будем знать
Только мы с тобой,
Просто ты умела ждать,
Как никто другой.
1941

GERMAN

Wart auf mich

Wart auf mich,
ich komm zurück,
Aber warte sehr.
Warte, wenn der Regen
fälltGelb und trüb und schwer.
Warte, wenn der Schneesturm tobt,
Wenn der Sommer glüht.
Warte, wenn die andern längst,
Längst des Wartens müd
Warte, wenn vom fernen
OrtDich kein Brief erreicht,
Warte – bis auf Erden nichts
Deinem Warten gleicht
Wart auf mich,
ich komm zurück!
Kalt und stolz hör zu
Wenn der Besserwisser lehrt:„Zwecklos wartest Du! "
Wenn die Freunde wartensmüd
Mich betrauern schon,
Trauernd sich ans Fenster setzt
Mutter, Bruder, Sohn,
Wenn sie mein gedenkend,
dannTrinken herbe Wein.
Du nur trink nicht – warte noch
Mutig, stark, allein.
Wart auf mich, ich komm zurück!
Ja, - zum Trotz dem Tod,
Der mich hundert-, tausendfach
Tag und Nacht bedroht.
Für die Freiheit meines
Lands Rings umdröhnt,
umblitzt,
Kämpfend fühl ich,
wie im Kampf
Mich dein Warten schützt.
Was am Leben mich erhält;
Weißt nur Du und ich:
Daß Du,so wie niemand sonst
Warten kannst auf mich.
1941

ČEKAJ ME
Čekaj me,
i ja ću sigurno doći,
samo me čekaj dugo.
Čekaj me
i kad žute kiše
noći ispune tugom.
Čekaj i kada vrućine zapeku,
i kada mećava briše,
čekaj i kada druge
niko ne bude čekao više
Čekaj i kada pisma prestanu
stizati izdaleka,
čekaj i kada čekanje dojadi
svakome koji čeka.
Čekaj me, i ja ću sigurno doći.
Ne slušaj kad ti kažu
kako je vreme da zaboraviš
i da te nade lažu.
Nek poveruju i sin i mati
da više ne postojim,
neka se tako umore čekati
i svi drugovi moji,
i gorko vino za moju dušu
nek piju kod ognjista.
Čekaj.
I nemoj sesti s njima,
i nemoj piti nista.
Čekaj me, i ja ću sigurno doći,
sve smrti me ubit neće.
Nek kaze ko me čekao nije:Taj je imao sreće!
Ko čekati ne zna,
taj neće shvatit,niti će znati
drugi da si me spasila ti jedina čekanjem svojim dugim.
Nas dvoje samo znaćemo kako
preživeh vatru kletu, -naprosto, ti si čekati znala
kao niko na svetu.
1941



Comrades in Arms
It is as if my friends are marching
And I along with them, in time,
Through many different streets they're passing,
Those nearest, dearest friends of mine.
They are not those with whom I started
And learned my letters, in my place,
Nor those with whom I shaved moustaches
Still scarcely noticed on the face.
We have not drunk our tea together
,Divided bread in equal shares.
Quite unaware of my existence,
They go about their own affairs.
And yet the time will come when fortune
Will bring us side by side in war.
We'll tear a corner from a letter To roll the cigarette we share.
And we shall use an empty food-can
To scoop up water for a friend
And wrap a spare puttee around him
To help his wounded leg to mend.
By Konigsberg, one early morning ,
We both shall fall, two wounded men,
And then a month in hospital,
And we'll survive, and back again.
The sacred hot offensive frenzy
The bitter, brutal toil of war
Will bind as one our generation
An iron knot for evermore.

Как будто мы уже в походе
Военным шагом, как и я,
По многим улицам проходят
Мои ближайшие друзья;
Не те, с которыми зубрили
За партой первые азы,
Не те, с которыми мы брили Едва заметные усы.
Мы с ними не пивали чая,
Хлеб не делили пополам,
Они, меня не замечая,
Идут по собственным делам.
Но будет день - и по развёрстке
В окоп мы рядом попадём,
Поделим хлеб и на завёртку Углы от писем оторвём.
Пустой консервною жестянкой Воды для друга зачерпнём
И запасной его портянкой
Больную ногу подвернём.
Под Кенигсбергом на рассвете
Мы будем ранены вдвоём,
Отбудем месяц в лазарете,
И выживем, и в бой пойдём.
Святая ярость наступления,
Боёв жестокая страда
Завяжут наше поколенье
В железный узел, навсегда.

GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE WHEREVER YOU ARE .......

987 ONE GATE OF LOVE

BOSTON
19.8*C

Justice and power must be brought together, so that whatever is just may be powerful, and whatever is powerful may be just. B.Pascal

Pascal's legacy in existentialist thought.He found in his recognition of the finiteness of the human being -- caught between the nothingness from which being erupts and the infinite which is unfathomably larger than we can even imagine. Despite this finitude and our 'throwness' (as Heidegger would say), the human being maintains a unique dignity which transcends mere thing-ness.
As Pascal wrote:
"Man is a but a reed, weakest in nature, but a reed which thinks. It needs not that the whole Universe should arm to crush him. A vapour, a drop of water is enough to kill him. But were the Universe to crush him, man would still be more noble than that which has slain him, because he knows that he dies, and that the Universe has the better of him. The Universe knows nothing of this."

...Grad koji nema trijumfalnu kapiju - uopste i nije grad
Kako deca mogu da pohadjaju skolu bez toga
Kako vojnici mogu da podju u rat bez toga
Kako uopste da postoji grad koji nema tebe i mene
I jednu kapiju ljubavi
I kapiju sramote...... cika Mika A.

....City without Triumph Gate -generally it's not a city
How can kids go to school without it
How can solders go to war without it
How can possible exist city without you and me
And One Gate of Love
And gate of shame..... Mr.Mika A.

Good Morning Sunshine Wherever You Are

988 " FIRST LOVE" WITH "PREMONITION"

BOSTON 20.5*C

PRVA LJUBAV

Vrlo je važno,
pre svega,
da prvu ljubav
umeš da opišeš ćutanjem,
da je sagledaš žmureći,
da je dotakneš samo
osmehom i šaputanjem.
Vrlo je važno da o njoj
ne brbljaš okolo i nikom
ne daš da je dodiruje.
Ona je providna kao lutkino oko.
Ona je nežna kao tišina
koja hoda na prstima.
Ona je jedini nemir
koji ume da miruje.
Ona je sve tvoje nedokučivo,
neuhvatljivo,
sve tvoje srebrno i treperavo
kao daleko zvono,
a ipak je u tebi,
i nešto oko tebe...
Cika Mika Antic
Novi Sad

First Love

First and foremost
Oath to know how
To describe first love
With a silence
To oversee her with a blink
To touch her with a smile and whispering only…..
First and foremost
Do not gossip around,
And none one allow to touch her
She is apparent as doll eye
She is gentle as silence that walks on tiptoes
She is only restlessness who know how to rest
She is all yours inscrutable, unseizeable
All yours silvery and fluttery
Like a distant bell
Still something inside and around you …
M. Antic
Altruist Inc

PREMONITION /PREDOSECANJE

I recognized you when snow was melting
melting, and a soft wind blowing
closeness of spring intoxicating my soul
intoxicating, so I cravingly inhale the air
With gentleness I watched your footsteps trace,
trace on white snow and I knew that you would be dear to me
dear throughout my life
I recognized you on a reverberant day a drunk, fresh and soft day
I had a feeling I’d always known you known though I just recognized you
With gentleness I watched your footsteps trace ,
trace on white snow and I knew that you would be dear to me
dear throughout my life
I recognized you when ice was melting ice,
when spring breath is melting when
day is one moment rosy, one moment wist ful pale,
when happiness and sadness collide
With gentleness I watched your footsteps trace
trace on white snow and I knew that you would be dear to me,
dear throughout my life
DESANKA MAKSIMOVIC

GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE WHEREVER YOU ARE.........