2 Poems by Sabahudin Had�ialic

BESMRTNI SNOVI 

� 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. 

BUDUCE SVITANJE 

DAYBREAK SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE 

It is too hot 

to dream 

However� 

It is to cold 

to think 

Bionote 

Published 18 books of poetry and prose (BiH, France, Italy, Switzerland, USA). His poems translated into 20 world languages. Represented in anthology of poetry in World and Balkans. Awarded author. Edited two anthologies (poetry and aphorisms). Info: http://sabihadzi , weebly. com