Sabahudin Hadžialić

 

 

 

 

Sabahudin Hadžialić was born 23.9.1960.g. in Mostar, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Europe.

Today he is a member of the Bosnia and Herzegovina Association of Writers (Sarajevo, BiH), Croatian writers association Herzeg Bosnia (Mostar, BiH) and Association of writers Serbia (Belgrad, Serbia) , Academy “Ivo Andrić” (Belgrade, Serbia) and Journalists Association of Bosnia and Herzegovina and Ambassador of POETAS del MUNDO in Bosnia and Herzegovina.

He is Editor in chief of  the electronic and print magazine "DIOGEN" pro culture: http://diogen.weebly.com and Editor in chief of  E –magazine MaxMinus: http://maxminus.weebly.com from Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina. 

He has the status of the independent and self-sustained artist in the Canton of Sarajevo. He writes poetry and prose with the editing and reviewing books of other authors. 

He is freelance editor in the publishing house Dhira, Küsnacht, Switzerland. He  published poems, articles, essays, aphorisms, plays and short stories in almost all major newspapers & magazines in Bosnia-Herzegovina, Serbia, Croatia, Slovenia, Macedonia. His poems, short stories and aphorisms have been published in journals in England, Ireland, Spain, Italy and USA. 

His poetry and prose were translated into English, French, German, Spanish, Italian and Albanian. 

He was the co- owner is the first private newspaper in SR BiH "POTEZ", Bugojno, Bosnia and Herzegovina - 1990.

So far he has published ten books of poetry and prose. 

He published four  books internationally: Book of poetry in France 1998 (French language),  Book of aphorisms in Italy (Italian language), Book of poetry “Beggars of mind” (published in BiH back in 2003.) in Switzerland (German language) and “Selected poems” book of poetry (in Englsih, German, Italian, Albanian, Spanish and French language). His art work has been included in anthologies of poetry in France, Canada and Bosnia and Herzegovina, and in the Anthology of satire of Bosnia and Herzegovina and of Balkans. He has won several awards among which are  the best: "May pen" for the best young poet of former Yugoslavia in 1987 (Svetozarevo) and Award of Academy "Ivo Andric" (Belgrade) for 2011. He lives in Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina.  

2011/12: Within the preparation are…  

 

The novel (trilogy "CROSSROADS OF THE WORLDS").

 

Official www: http://sabihadzi.weebly.com 

 

 

 

(Translated into English by Neotkani Sizif )

 

ETERNAL DREAMS

 

 

By  Sabahudin Hadžialić

 

 

 

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…

 

 

 

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 !

 

  

TEN YEARS LATER

 

 

 

 

Envy and malice

feed on

my mistakes.

I try to understand

what they are

painlessly looking for

the collectiveness

of my  being.

I don’t understand

that without pain

 there is no life

let alone…..

 

 

REALITY FILMED

 

Dismal image

of my own imprint in time

that’s real

inside  the vision that-  isn’t,

is desperately in search for

Her !

…

Queen Elizabeth,

 Chatherine, Nikolajevna,

Princess Dianna,

Fatima

Disappear in front of the eyes

of wild hordes.

…

I remain alone

trembling with trepidation

trying to figure out

what is it that they want.

…

 Virtual reality of a surreal film-world

is nothing more than

a treacherous impersonation of a real world

that deceives me

a Servile Servant !

 

..

She’s gone !

Will she ever come back ?

The question is swept by the wind.

 …

I’ll wait for the storm to calm

and try to catch the mistral wind to find a cove,

and search for the place where I met her.

Barefoot and naked.

Back in the day.

On the stage !

 

 

 

 

 

 ENDLESS LOVE

 

 

In a flash

 

awareness

 

brought about enormous pain

 

when

 

he realised

 

that in her

 

he recognised

 

reflection 

 

of himself.

 

 

 

  

TO BE MYSELF now and here

 

Reflection in the mirror

… Runs away from me…

 

Reflection in the mirror

…Remans within my sight…

 

I hang on. Here

Dissolved. By hope.

 

 

 

 

COUNTRY SONG

  

Speculation

revives

reminiscence

of the moments of destiny

in my dreams.

I really don’t know

why  this title ?

When I want

to say something completely opposite

aiming to speak of

unspoken,

 unheard of,

and

unthinkable

At least today,

now and here.

Elite culture

is nothing else but

the wish of marginalised people

to establish the rule of impossible

in this corner of the world.

Let them live with it.

 Off I go the soul-brothel

I’m off to the pub !

 

 

AN UNUSAL POEM

 

 

“I don’t know if I can survive

the night,

another one in the string

of my hopes

because tomorrow is never going to come

 and it is interminably

delayed

How?

Through my disappearance

from this life,

without the people.

Why?

You ask too much

and dream too little.

Of Whom?

Neither of you or me”

An Ink said to a Pen.

  

 

 

 

DÉJÀ VU

 

The balcony was where

it always used to be.

High,

High above me.

There was no light.

Just a flash,

And…