BUT


It all started a long time ago, we did not even know what will happen to us
or whither shall move the carriage until a dreamer did not stop
in front of us and told us his dream.
I want you to meet with him, and what little I know
about him, or just guessing have long, talking stories that we tell
and the more I do not even know how to tell whether are true ...


They say that he grew up near the river, and Gomolava,
stared at the deep high ground, unique in
world, and in Srem, it is as small step slowed when it comes to the place of ancient civilizations
and silently cursing that human stupidity is forget
the size and uniqueness of her.
But he said the day would come, in fact Roman days, when it will launch awareness,
few in the beginning, and that human negligence will be ashamed before him, and before us!

And so it all began,
childhood dream of a hard head
will and desire ahead of all nonsense
as human, as those of other
gave way to a
Roman Days of
in Hrtkovci, in honor of one of the hills
Gomolava what is called!

Aurelian, the demon from plains of



Thus they called the Goths near Nis, it is written
that the hoofs of horses trod on them!
And yet, was born here, in our country, the peasant child
name that is spoken with awe then!

They say that whenever he came to the bank of the river, and he paused to think of a home birth ...





Maybe he paused on our hill Gomolava
retinue to rest, to Encourage soldiers heavy
armor, horses and sweaty and breathless to rest ...
Maybe.




And maybe a plains which is stomped in
his campaigns, he also was flat as
one in which he started to walk.

           
                       Sanjarev pratioc

      Nije prevelika mudrost koristiti velike reči tuđe,
one koje ostavljaju bez daha ovaj polupismeni svet,
kome se svaka šarena laža čini bitnom...
Hajde promeni nešto,pokreni se,makar korak,jedan jedini,
reci i zapreti,onaj prst upotrebi al i obrvu da zategneš!
Da te čuju!

   

  Ne želim o tome da pričam,al ponekad...
Dve tone strašnih zamisli i planova,
na leđima jednog pomenutog sanjara leži,
i kad ga slušam mogu i sam da vidim obrise
potoka,koji će teći oko kompleksa koji će
replicirati život u Neolitu,kao tada na Gomolavi.
I kolibe od pruća i blata u kojima su tada
živeli stanovnici,u kojima su se rađali i umirali,
slavili i plakali,kao i mi sada hiljade godina posle.




  A jednog dana sa vrha Gomolave
ponosno će stojati replika Rimske Osmatračnice
sa koje će svako moći gledati čitav Srem,
preko reke dokle god pogled seže.
Kao što je straža tog vremena strepela nad 
maglom koja nepitajući prelazi preko reke,
tako ćeš i ti osetiti kako srce zaigra pred veličinom
i nepoznatim,pred onime što ti je strano...