FROM MALMO WITH LOVE WITH MUBERA SABANOVIC



BIOGRAPHY

 Mubera Šabanović was born in Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina, where she finished elementary school and high school. Studied scenography. She served as secretary in Sarajevo. In 1994 she settled in the Kingdom of Sweden and then she was the Founder of the International Association of Writers, Poets and Fine Artists Malmö-Sweden (2019) and the initiator of the event in meetings and promotions in the city of Malmö Sweden.She is the author of four independent collections of poetry Love Touched the Sky (2015), Rainbow Verses (2019) Touches of the Soul (2020), Fourth Timeless Love (2021). And the fifth is being prepared. He is engaged in painting. She has her own magazine In the touch of the soul. she is involved in 80 joint anthologies across the region. She lives and works in Malmo, Sweden. 

POEMS BY MUBERA SABANOVIC 

L I F E

 

And they are the most beautiful

simple

and nice things

like a smile

as a birch.

 

as tenderness and

like the noise of pines

as a hug and

like the Wave Song

 

as holding hands and

like wandering the mountain

as a common awakening

and as the sunrise

 

as a chance encounter

like a snowball

as heat and

fire from the hearth.

 

like a snowball

as heat and

fire from the hearth.


PEACE PEACE

 

In the despair of the world

waiting for the better

Tomorrow is a must

bridge of life

fearlessly pass

But always let

An obstacle lurks

It brings new life

without crying

Hand in hand.

Peace peace to reign

Yes, the child's cry

turns into a smile.

A soldier about love to dream,

place rifle yes yes

A bouquet of flowers.

Protest against the war.

Politicians all to be

Pacifists and peace will come

And there will be no war.

Peace, peace, peace!

Peace of light.

A life of harmony

happy country.

Infinite peace, true peace.

Peace to dawn rises

and they do not die at night.

 

IT WAS A NIGHT OF WHISPERING


It was night and the stars were in the sky

They embroidered that beautiful veil.

The water gushed from the fountain,

and before us an indescribable horizon

Between the whispers of your sweet voice.


I felt my being in the immeasurable

tenderness.

The sublime emotion of pure essence.

We walked among the flowers,

and the Moon told us ours

love verses.


Our folded hands were praised.

Heavenly hearts surrendered

Souls of the Lord who met again.

An unforgettable moment of our history

Because everything we've been through, 

through this

it was a victory.

You stopped for a moment and looked at me deeply


You spoke with immeasurable tenderness

with me, saying he would never me

forgot.

I would be your endless love.

It was our precious garden

He would stay with me for an eternity

Even if the weather brought trouble


Our love would keep us in the truth

Tears streamed down my face

It is thus exposed without disguise

I let my feelings speak.

I will never forget your hug

In that kiss I visited paradise.

I will always love you all the time


I live in you with such joy

That eternal source of my poetry

I am learning how to live next to you

Awakening of the best in my being

flowers of my life. 

I love you so much.


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