{"id":4858,"date":"2025-07-16T12:40:48","date_gmt":"2025-07-16T12:40:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/poezijascg.com\/ex-scg\/?p=4858"},"modified":"2025-07-16T12:43:04","modified_gmt":"2025-07-16T12:43:04","slug":"1997-i-2007-nenad-stakic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poezijascg.com\/ex-scg\/php-nuke\/1997-i-2007-nenad-stakic\/","title":{"rendered":"1997 i 2007 \u2013 Nenad Staki\u0107"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Postavio ljuba-trebotin. Pro\u010ditano:<\/p>\n

1997 i 2007 \u2013 Nenad Staki\u0107 2007-09-25 22:07:49<\/p>\n

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1997<\/b><\/p>\n

hodam po ulici,
\ngledam u nebo obu\u010den u crno,
\nzami\u0161ljen i zabrinut
\nnosio sam muzi\u010dki disk u\u00a0 ruci
\nonda je ovo bio neki drugi grad
\nnikad nisam znao ceniti neke mirne i \u010diste dane
\ntek kad izgubi\u0161\u00a0ose\u0107aj da je ovo tvoj grad
\nshvati\u0161 da se sve jako promenilo
\ndefinitivno \u2013 sve
\ndosla je gomila nekih drugih ljudi
\ndo\u0161li su i dobri i\u00a0 lo\u0161i
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2007<\/b><\/p>\n

hodam u crnom,
\nnosim disk u ruci
\nkao i pre deset godina
\nda li sam se promenio
\ndeblji i pun \u010dudnih\u00a0do\u017eivljaja
\nvoleo bih da proletim
\nkroz neki kovitlac nestvaran
\nda se vratim u mladost
\nuletim u podrum
\ngde su moji drugari svirali
\nnema ih vi\u0161e
\npro\u0107askam sa palim drugom
\numorenim
\ni\u00a0 kome nikad grob na\u0161ao nisam
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ulazim u podrum
\npa tu su mi drugari
\noni sviraju gitare, urlaju, ubijaju ti\u0161inu
\nzidovi su puni grafita
\nbubnjar lupa sa sablasnim osmehom
\nsve beja\u0161e san\u00a0 lud i\u00a0 blesav
\npa ja stojim sam u podrumu
\nostali su samo grafiti na\u00a0 zidu
\ni disk koji sam dobio na poklon 1997
\nkada nisam znao ceniti\u00a0 ti\u0161inu
\ni\u00a0 neiskvarenost<\/p>\n

umro je stari grad,
\novo je neki gigant
\npas sa velikom zadnjicom
\ni malom glavom
\nsve pr\u0161hti od potro\u0161a\u010dkog mentaliteta
\ndevojki praznih i glupih
\nDragana<\/p>\n

pobegao sam sa izlo\u017ebe
\nu kupatilo samo da pro\u0107askamo
\nda me \u017eelja mine
\njer tebe sam davno sanjao,
\ndok sam gazio 97.-e
\nkroz\u00a0 neki drugi grad<\/p>\n

nazdravimo DRAGANA
\nza\u00a0\u00a0 jedan\u00a0 mrtav grad
\ni vreme kad sam mogao
\nmirno i\u0107i ku\u0107i,
\na znao sam da me niko prebiti ne\u0107e<\/p>\n

slatka novinarko
\ntvoji veliki i zubi
\ni te \u0161arene boje
\nneka uzmu moju senku
\ni odvedu je-negde gde nisam bio
\nu tvoj\u00a0 ve\u010dni sjaj ljubavi moja<\/p>\n

(C) Nenad Staki\u0107<\/p>\n

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Postavio ljuba-trebotin. Pro\u010ditano: 1997 i 2007 \u2013 Nenad Staki\u0107 2007-09-25 22:07:49 1997 hodam po ulici, gledam u nebo obu\u010den u crno, zami\u0161ljen i zabrinut nosio sam muzi\u010dki disk u\u00a0 ruci onda je ovo bio neki drugi grad nikad nisam znao ceniti neke mirne i \u010diste dane tek kad izgubi\u0161\u00a0ose\u0107aj da je ovo tvoj grad shvati\u0161 … <\/p>\n

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