{"id":280512,"date":"2019-12-24T09:59:35","date_gmt":"2019-12-24T08:59:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.pcnen.com\/portal\/?p=280512"},"modified":"2019-12-24T09:59:35","modified_gmt":"2019-12-24T08:59:35","slug":"kisa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pcnen.com\/portal\/2019\/12\/24\/kisa\/","title":{"rendered":"Ki\u0161a"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Ju\u010de je ki\u0161a\u00a0 u Nik\u0161i\u0107u, padala celi dan. Jedan je bio dogadjaj i jedan je bio dan. Razli\u010diti motivi su\u00a0 svakog ponaosob izveli na decembarski pljusak. Otkud znam, ukusi su razli\u010diti kao i interesi. I majstori za scenografije su razni, a i rezija i scenario se razlikuju od pri\u010de do pri\u010de. I\u00a0 namere su ovakve ili onakve.\u00a0 A meni se od svega za oko zalepile dve slike. Mladic je objavio na facebook-u \u0161arene ki\u0161obrane. \u017dena crne. \u0160areni su mirisali na budu\u0107nost. Crni na tradiciju i pro\u0161lost. Obe su bile na svoj na\u010din lepe i obe su bile va\u017ene.<\/p>\n<p>Ju\u010de je ki\u0161a \u00a0u Zabljaku, \u00a0padala celi dan. Bila je no\u0161ena vetrenom ljutnjom \u0161to ju je Sinjajevina bacala u lice Durmitora. Ja sam se, za\u0161ti\u0107ena roditeljskom ku\u0107om i ogrejana vatrom bukovih cepanica uz koju je moj stari pas grejao ledja , se\u0107ala \u00a0\u00a0ne\u017enih leta provedenih u \u00a0Ozrini\u0107ima, velikom crnogorskom selu u predgra\u0111ju radni\u010dkog Nik\u0161i\u0107a. Te\u017ealo je i otezalo se moje pletivo od zvukova letnje no\u0107i,\u00a0 delova razgovora odraslih koje sam \u010dula na nivou prijatnosti brundavog spokojnog zvuka i mirisa suve trave i zrelih kru\u0161aka. Uronjena u minderluk od polusna, smicala sam i namicala petlje :<\/p>\n<p><strong>Klot <\/strong>\/ puna \u0161aka\u00a0 krupne bele soli i crveni paradaiz.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Frket<\/strong>\/ beli \u0161kriputavi sir i crveni list svinjskog pr\u0161uta.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Klot\/<\/strong> kri\u0161ka \u017eutog kukuruznog hleba i beli \u0161e\u0107er po njemu.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Frket<\/strong>\/ kameni oblutci re\u010dice Gra\u010danice i katran i smrad i favela na njenoj obali. Tu negde je \u017eiveo Novo koji je sa mr\u0161avom \u017eenom i sa \u0161estoro dece oti\u0161ao\u00a0 u Grad, zaposlio se u \u017deljezari i u\u0161ao u seosku legendu kojom su o\u010devi pla\u0161ili neposlu\u0161ne ,tek o\u017eenjene, sinove.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Klot<\/strong>\/\u00a0 zvezdano nebo, dedin glas kojim upravlja volovima upregnutim u, senom pretovarena, drvena kola<\/p>\n<p><strong>Frket<\/strong>\/ Ljuban\u00a0 iz dalekog Beograda, pro\u0161ao zatvora koliko i no\u0107nih klubova, popio batina koliko i viskija, vratio se i kamenom razbio ocu\u00a0 glavu.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Klot\/<\/strong> \u00a0Mijat do\u0161ao sa Kosova. Napravio novu ku\u0107u i sedi u staroj sa zemljanim podom. Uz dim koji sa ognji\u0161ta \u0161tipa, tvrdi da ljudi nikada nisu sleteli na Mesec.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Frket<\/strong>\/ crvene bulke uz put kada smo kretali\u00a0 u selo na raspust, potrpani u zeleni fijat 1300<\/p>\n<p><strong>Klot<\/strong>\/\u00a0 avgustovska topla no\u0107 uo\u010di Velike Gospoine. Kolona seljana pra\u0107ena pesmom, \u017eamorom i decijom cikom vijuga preko polja put belog manastira, u stenju sa druge strane brda. Nisu mi obja\u0161njavali, niti sam ja pitala za\u0161to idemo i kuda. Moja radost i spremnost da izdr\u017eim, za dete, duga\u010dko pe\u0161a\u010denje je bila dovoljna da me povedu svakog leta . Posle toga, dan ili dva, bilo je vreme za povratak u\u00a0 U\u017eice jer je po\u010dinjala \u0161kola.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Pi\u0161e: Ljiljana VUKOVI\u0106<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3277,"featured_media":280564,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"","_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","inline_featured_image":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-280512","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-blogovi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pcnen.com\/portal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/280512","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pcnen.com\/portal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pcnen.com\/portal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pcnen.com\/portal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3277"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pcnen.com\/portal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=280512"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.pcnen.com\/portal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/280512\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":280575,"href":"https:\/\/www.pcnen.com\/portal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/280512\/revisions\/280575"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pcnen.com\/portal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/280564"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pcnen.com\/portal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=280512"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pcnen.com\/portal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=280512"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pcnen.com\/portal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=280512"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}