by Olga Brajnović | Dec 23, 2022 | Family, Memories, Poetry
I have put the nativity scene on the fireplacewithout forgetting the mutilated sheepthat are standing thanks to the mossin which they sink their remaining legs. The memories and emotions pile uplike the boys running the bullsin a morning of adrenaline and suspenseAt...
by Olga Brajnović | Oct 29, 2022 | commitment, our life, photography, Poetry
the trees knowthat they have to dieto the spring blossomwhen their time comes. no matters ifcrazy weatherresurrects summerin October. The heat can deceivethe lost soulswho only lookthe thermometers of life. But time moves onrelentless without stoppingto rest on an...
by Olga Brajnović | Oct 19, 2022 | photography, Poetry
When the soul cries and the steps hesitate under the dull weight of mere existence, I stumble upon something beautiful that hides in the most unexpected corner. A melody, a burst of color, a gentle breeze a friendly smile. They know how to jump the barrier of tears...
by Olga Brajnović | Sep 29, 2022 | our life, Poetry
The sky is slowly turning off and the streetlights of the life turn on. its yellowish light light up the gray floor and turns it like gold. So our steps can avoid stumbling with the same stones. Yet we still fall like broken dolls in the gloom before reaching the safe...
by Olga Brajnović | Aug 19, 2022 | our life, Poetry
Surprisingly my music flows free although on tiptoe down uncharted paths to discover sounds and emotions that are inside me and I didn’t know. Harmonies, dissonances, enigmas, new melodies, a new world full of surprises that suddenly has opened for me like a...
by Olga Brajnović | Dec 22, 2021 | Memories, Poetry
Christmas is coming. A time full of poetry. My parents spent 12 years forcefully separated because of the persecution against Catholics by the communists in Eastern Europe. When they reunited in October 1956 in exile, they had each other and their daughter Elica who...
