THE BOSNIAN PROFESSOR OF MATHEMATICS WHO WRITES POETRY.


 Aleksandra Kostić je rođena 26. 07. 1968. u Rumi. Završila je studij matematike na Univerzitetu u Sarajevu a doktorirala matematiku na Tehničkom univerzitetu Hamburg-Harburg. Trenutno je zaposlena kao redovna profesorica na Mašinskom fakultetu Univerziteta u Sarajevu   na Oblasti matematika. Objavila je 5 naučnih i stručnih knjiga od kojih jednu na njemačkom a jednu na engleskom jeziku i 40 naučnihi i stručnih radova. Prvi put se javila u književnosti u italijanskom zborniku iz opkoljenog i ratom ugroženog Sarajeva u redakciji Frančeska Pinzija i Ilde Batoli pod nazivom „Neko mi je ukrao snove”. Naziv zbornka je dat po rečenici iz njenog pisma. Pisma Aleksandre Kostić su dramatizirana u gradu Kremoni Italija i svjedoče o stradanju civila u proteklom ratu. Objavila je samostalnu knjigu „U očima mojim nemirni vali…” poezija i proza. Ta knjiga je nagrađena  na Manifestaciji za literaturu, umjetnost i kulturu „Planetopija 2019“ u Štipu  za najbolju poetsko-proznu knjigu godine a na toj Manifestaciji je proglašena za međunsrodnog pjesnika godine. Godine 2021. objavljuje i dvojezičnu zbirku poezije „Shakespeare ponovno posjećuje moj dom“/ „Shakespeare Again Visits My Home“/ . Sudjelovala je u brojnim kulturnim manifestacijama. Bila je član žirija za ocjenu i odabir pjesama mladih pjesnika Udruženja Metamorfoza iz Sarajeva kao i recenzent jednog od njihovih zbornika.



Rijeka života

 

Bitno je da tečeš...

Ponekad divlje, virovito, hirovito

Često lijenjo, sneno

Bitno je da tečeš...

Na izvoru bistra, tanana

Na ušću prljava, umorna

Bitno je da  tečeš...

Nebitno je kroz koje

zemlje prolaziš

jesi li si mala ili velika

Tvoji virovi svjedoče

o emocijama

ljubavi i razočarenjima

Tvoje ade pričaju

priče mudrosti i iskustva

Bitno je da  tečeš...

Sve do ušće kada

se utapaš u zakone kozmosa

o postojanju i nepostojanju

o prijenosu energije

o smislu besmisla

Bitno je da si tekla!

 

Izdaja

 

Postoje ljubavi sretene

i one tužne,  sjetne.

Osnova svake boli

izdaja  srce slomi.

 

Izdaja nije nehaj u trenu

nego niz aktivnosti u nedjelu,

dok se šapuće u mraku

izdaju  osjetim  u zraku.

 

Poslije izdaje, očaj, kajanje

preispitivanje i nadanje.

Velika bol u srcu se skrila

voljena osoba  nije mila.

 

Svjesno  ljubav umire

ravnodušnost sada caruje.

U dušu se uvlači  ljutnja.

Epilog svega je šutnja...

 

 U zavjesi kiše

 

Ne pamtim te po dobru

a ni po zlu

Samo je bitno da si tu

da svojim prisustvom učiniš

podnošljivom kišu dosadnu

 

Modra kiša sipi, teško, uporno

Grad je uronio u kišnu zavjesu tuge

Loše raspoloženje i glavobolja su sluge

sage o prolaznosti

 

Tražiš bit postojanja u svemiru

gdje vrijeme gubi smisao

ne ostavljajući mjesto nemiru..

U grmljavini harmoniju nalazim

da me kao glazba pazi

da me nježno, tanano, sneno mazi

 

Pijemo indijski čaj uz prigušenu muziku u kafiću

Ti ne voliš svirku

ne volim čaj pogotovo indijski...

Sretni smo da smo skupa

do juče samo poznanici

Romor kiše u predvečerje melanholije

označava početak novog prijateljstva.

 

 

 

 




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