Biography of Vida Nenadic
Was born on August 27 th 1964, in Uzice, Serbia.
So far she has published one novel and five poetry books:
THE DUST OF FORGETFULNESS(2007) ,
IN THE MIST OF THE MEMORIES(2007,
THE BUCKLE (2009) ,
IF I AM JUST A THOUGHT (2010) ,
ONE HAND FULL OF SAND IN TIME (2012) .
Her first novel ZOO CALLED LONDON won the best unpublished book competition run by the Graphic studio DERETA in Belgrade (2008) .
Some of her poems were translated into English, Macedonian, Bulgarian and German.
She is a member of the Association of Writers of Serbia.
Vida Nenadic's Works:
- THE DUST OF FORGETFULNESS(2007) ,
- IN THE MIST OF THE MEMORIES(2007) ,
- ZOO CALLED LONDON(2008) ,
- THE BUCKLE(2009) ,
- IF I AM JUST A THOUGHT(2010) ,
- ONE HAND FULL OF SAND IN TIME (2012) .
Vida Nenadic Poems
Travel! Do not hesitate as hesitation is leading to defeat.
Journey On The Plane
She was sitting, on an empty seat, next to me, covered by thoughts full of forgotten smells, with the scarf colored by past times,
To My Friends
It is painful to live in this time and age. It is painful
All My Journeys So Far
Firstly I was traveling through reading.
On the edges of forgetfulness there are shadows playing
I Am Not Going To Tell You The Name Of T...
I am not going to tell you the name of the city in which my steps are still searching for me. I am not going to tell you the name of the city
In The Name Of The Sky
Because of the tape which was cut off, because of the dust on the pictures, which are more yellow as time goes by.
He Wants To Go To London, Too
He follows me and always stays around me.
For Years Now
For years now I have been dreaming about returning home. For good.
Before And Now
When I had someone to call me I had no phone. Now I have two phones But have no one who calls.
Over the known and unknown roads, over the bridges of hope, over the gates of memories now there is a silence ….
He only thought that
Something stay above all… Something can be seen and smelt in the air It can be found in the aim and aspirations
Now While I am looking at you I can see The sky in your eyes
It is you again
on the same place,
only there are less of them
to expect you.
is getting smaller, too.
While they remain silent
with their eyes made of glass,
monotonous rain of forgiveness
is washing you off
all their memories.
As no one
can give more
than one has.