Jelena Barbulj
Jelena Barbulj, born in 1995 in Belgrade, holds a master’s degree in psychology. She works with psychodrama, exploring the intersection of dramatic techniques and psychological insight. Her artistic journey began earlier, primarily through photography and poetry, and has developed alongside her interest in psychology and psychotherapy. Through self-directed learning and informal education, she explores photography, poetry, drawing, printmaking, and ceramics, with plans to continue expanding her fields of knowledge and research. From early on, she recognized a tendency to integrate different forms of expression – often connecting poetry with photography, creating props for psychodrama, or combining drawings with wordplay. Interactivity and experiential engagement remain central to the forms she is drawn to and seeks to create.
Imala sam san
Imala sam san da se raspadam
Kao suva zemlja
Telo me je izdalo
A i ja sam njega
Imala sam san da mi otpada
Deo po deo svega
Nemam šta da činim
Osim da to gledam
Imala sam san da mi koža puca
Komadići se ljušte
A ja bespomoćno ljuta
Prizorom užasnuta
Imala sam san da nestajem polako
Tresem se od straha
Dr. kaže – nije hitno stanje
Proći će, više ili manje
Imala sam san da me noge više ne slušaju
A ni ljudi oko mene
Odjekuju krici
Tope se stene
Imala sam san da probuditi se neću
Svima nam se može dogoditi sve
Tonem u tminu sve veću
Kao da pokvarila sam se
Imala sam san da sam samo fragment
Da to više i nisam ja
Kuda se život ponovo traži
Sklapaš li ostatke i obrise iz sna
Imala sam san da bolest me je pojela
I da sve je do mene
Trebalo je samo da zakažem
Još jedan pregled
Imala sam san da bolest me je pojela
I da za sve sam sama kriva
Da sam drukčije postupala
Sad bila bih živa
| I had a dreamI had a dream I was falling apart like parched earth breaking into dust My body betrayed me, turned into sand and I was no longer in my own handsI had a dream pieces slipped away bit after bit, with nothing to say No way to stop it, no way to fight just watching myself fade out of sightI had a dream my skin would crack in fragile flakes that won’t come back I stood there helpless, angry, numb Waiting for what would comeI had a dream I was fading away trembling with fear The doctor says – it’s nothing severe it’ll pass, more or lessI had a dream my legs no longer listened nor the people around me Screams echoed And rocks were crumblingI had a dream I would not awake that everyone and anything could break I sank in darkness, deeper still like I had ruined it all by my willI had a dream I was just a shard not even myself, not fully here Where does a life begin again? Do fragments gather, or just disappear?I had a dream the illness won that it consumed me, all undone It could’ve been cured with one right step just one more appointment I never keptI had a dream the illness won and all of it traced back to what I should’ve done If I had chosen some other way I would still be alive today |
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