BOOK NIGHT\u00b4S ANTHEM<\/strong><\/p>\n It\u2019s only at night you realise Sre\u010dko Kosovel <\/p>\n BOOK NIGHT\u00b4S 2017 MISSIVE<\/strong><\/p>\n Each night is a Book Night.<\/strong><\/p>\n As a child, you reach for the things that surround you. I was surrounded by books in my childhood. Books were everywhere. They occupied the greater part of the walls of the houses I grew up in. Hence it is only natural that, out of a childlike curiosity, I felt inclined to reach for the books. Here, between the book covers, a whole new world was opening up to me \u2013 a parallel reality that I could immerse myself into without having to leave the bed. My favourite place to read was being tucked up in bed. I read before I fell asleep, and when I began drifting off to sleep, I sank into it, eagerly awaiting the morning when I would be able to return to the adventures of my second, secret life \u2013 life I shared with fictional characters. I was particularly fond of the weekends, for it was then when I\u00a0 could stay in bed all day, lazing and reading, taking pleasure in the most beautiful leisure activity one can possibly imagine.<\/p>\n Books are living creatures to me. An organism that breathes. An enchanting organism that pulsates. Books are friends with whom I live, my companions through life. Nowadays I still prefer to read at night, before bedtime. I can hide with my friends in the night and live a different life \u2013 a life far away from all kinds of neuroses which aggravate our existence in an endlessly grey, boring, predictable world. To me, each night is a Book Night. The night of travels. Of adventure. Of hope. Of infinity.<\/p>\n Marko Toma\u0161 <\/p>\n Svaka no\u0107 za mene je no\u0107 knjige.<\/strong><\/p>\n Kada si dijete pose\u017ee\u0161 za stvarima kojima si okru\u017een. Ja sam bio okru\u017een knjigama. Knjige su bile posvuda. Zauzimale su ve\u0107i dio zidova u ku\u0107ama u kojima sam odrasta. Sasvim je, dakle, prirodno da me dje\u010dja znati\u017eelja navela da posegnem za knjigama. Tu, izme\u0111u korica knjiga, otvorio mi se cijeli jedan novi svijet, paralelna stvarnost koja mi je omogu\u0107avala da putujem ne izlaze\u0107i iz kreveta. Najvi\u0161e sam volio \u010ditati le\u017ee\u0107i u krevetu. \u010citao sam prije spavanja i kada bi me san svladao tonuo sam u njega jedva \u010dekaju\u0107i jutro kada \u0107u nastaviti avanturu, moj drugi, tajni \u017eivot s junacima knjiga koje sam \u010ditao. Zato sam posebno volio vikende kada nisam morao i\u0107i u \u0161kolu pa sam, nakon \u0161to se probudim, mogao ostati u krevetu, izle\u017eavati se, ljen\u010dariti i \u010ditati, u\u017eivati u toj najljep\u0161em hobiju koji dokoli\u010dari mogu imati.<\/p>\n Knjige su za mene \u017eiva bi\u0107a. Organizam koji di\u0161e. Organizam \u010dudesan, pulsiraju\u0107i. Knjige su prijatelj uz kojeg \u017eivim, evo, gotovo cijeli \u017eivot. Danas naj\u010de\u0161\u0107e \u010ditam no\u0107u, prije spavanja. U no\u0107i se moji prijatelji i ja mo\u017eemo skriti i \u017eivjeti neki druga\u010diji \u017eivot, daleko od svih neuroza koje nas priti\u0161\u0107u u beskrajno sivom, dosadnom i predvidivom svijetu. Svaka no\u0107 za mene je no\u0107 knjige. No\u0107 putovanja. Avantura. Nade. Beskraja.<\/p>\n Marko Toma\u0161 <\/p>\n \u00a0Cada noche es l<\/strong>a noche del Libro.<\/strong><\/p>\n Cuando eres ni\u00f1o, recurres a todo lo que te rodea. Durante mi ni\u00f1ez yo estuve rodeado de libros. Los libros estaban por todas partes. Ocupaban la mayor parte de las paredes de las casas donde crec\u00ed. Fue completamente natural que la curiosidad infantil me impulsara a recurrir a los libros. All\u00ed, entre las cubiertas de los libros se abri\u00f3 ante m\u00ed un nuevo mundo, una realidad paralela que me ayud\u00f3 a viajar sin salir de la cama. Como m\u00e1s me gustaba leer era acostado en la cama. Le\u00eda antes de dormir, y cuando el sue\u00f1o empezaba a vencerme, me sumerg\u00eda en el libro, esperando con impaciencia a la ma\u00f1ana siguiente cuando continuar\u00eda la aventura \u2013 mi otra vida, la vida secreta que viv\u00ed con los h\u00e9roes ficticios que encontr\u00e9 en los libros. Amaba los fines de semana cuando no ten\u00eda que ir a la escuela. Cuando me despertaba pod\u00eda quedarme en la cama tumbado, y pod\u00eda holgazanear y leer disfrutando de la afici\u00f3n m\u00e1s bella que los ociosos puedan imaginar.<\/p>\n Los libros para m\u00ed son seres vivos. Un organismo que respira. Un organismo milagroso que palpita. Los libros son los amigos con los que vivo y que me acompa\u00f1ar\u00e1n durante toda la vida. Hoy en d\u00eda suelo leer por la noche, antes de dormir. Puedo esconderme con mis amigos en la noche y vivir una vida diferente, lejos de todas las neurosis que nos agobian en un mundo inmensamente gris, aburrido y previsible. Cada noche es La Noche del Libro para m\u00ed. La noche del viaje. De la aventura. De la esperanza. De lo infinito.<\/p>\n Marko Toma\u0161 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"BOOK NIGHT\u00b4S ANTHEM It\u2019s only at night you realise how many stars there are in the sky. How many brothers you feel within your heart. How many brothers of the world. How many brothers of the world. 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\nhow many stars there are
\nin the sky.
\nHow many brothers you feel
\nwithin your heart.
\nHow many brothers of the world.
\nHow many brothers of the world.
\nOnly in the middle of the night
\nyou realise how many eyes
\nare closing in slumber
\nand you are not alone
\ndeserted
\nonly at midnight
\nwhen the stars are shining
\nfrom above, from a golden dawn.
\nEach with a calm
\nsilver-green face.<\/p>\n
\n(translated by David Brooks)<\/p>\n
\n(Poet, columnist, writer. Mostar, Bosnia)<\/p>\n
\n(Pjesnik, kolumnist, pisatelj. Mostar, Bosna.)<\/p>\n
\n<\/em>(Poeta, columnista, escritor. Mostar, Bosnia.)<\/p>\n