Sabahudin Hadžialić, Bonia and Herzegovina
Assoc. Prof. Dr & Dr. Honoris Causa
Sabahudin Hadžialić was born in 1960, in Mostar, Bosnia and Herzegovina. Today he lives in Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina. He is a professor, scientist, writer, poet, journalist, and editor. He wrote 26 books (poetry, prose, essays as well as textbooks for the Universities in BiH and abroad) and his art and scientific work is translated in 25 world languages He published books in BiH, Serbia, France, Switzerland, USA and Italy. He participates within EU project funds and he is a member of Scientific boards of Journals in Poland, India and USA. Also, he is a regular columnists & essayist, since 2014, of Eurasia Review, think tank and journal of news&analysis from USA. Since 2009 he is co-owner and Editor in chief of DIOGEN pro culture – magazine for, culture, art, education and science from USA. He is a member of major association of writers in BiH, Serbia and Montenegro as well as Foundations and Associations worldwide. As professor he was teaching and still does at the Universities in BiH, Italy, Lithuania and Poland. Detailed info: http://sabihadzi.weebly.com
North & South (II)
Light is getting better
smarter and like a lightning
hitting where should be…
Dark of is getting worse
stupid and like a dying fish
shaking on a dry sand…
“Should I be worried”, asked the hate.
“Yes”, answered the hope.
Above all, North met South
within the light of awakening.
Cultural differences are advantages.
For the improvement.
Of love.
STRENGTH
Her knowledge of me is
amazing
Her devotion to me is
adventure
Her love for me is
inspirational
My longing for her
is never ending story
Being a Ariadne
of
our connection
she is the strength
I belong to her
What if?
What if he cannot reach the stars?
What if he is just a reflection of hope?
What if he needs help from her?
Would she help him?
Would she stay with him?
Would she makes a life with him?
Or just walk away…
…in the sunset of love.
WHY?
Her spiritual
walk
is like an
dreaming about her for me.
Why?
Walking through
my soul
I cannot
without meeting her.
Why?
No questions more, please.
Why?
Pitty
She will always question manhood
She will never forget her childhood
She will always make a trap
She will always blame them all
Although that might be there some that care
Although that might be there somoene who loves
Although that might be there the one who is devoted
Although that might be there the one – sincere and honest
She will never find a way out
She will never blame herself
She will never stop doing that
She will never…
Pitty….