Sandra Fabac – Poetessa and Humanist
Sandra Fabac, hailing from Croatia, is a distinguished poet and humanitarian whose work spans more than twenty years. Rooted in a profound love for life and humanity, her poetry explores themes of compassion, hope, and the enduring power of human connection. Inspired by the nobility of individuals and the subtle beauty of the world, Fabac’s verses celebrate the golden threads that unite people across cultures, languages, and generations.
Throughout her career, she has sought to use poetry as a bridge—connecting hearts, preserving the delicate balance of empathy, and giving voice to the universal longing for peace and understanding. Her work invites readers into quiet moments of reflection, where the personal becomes universal, and the intimate touches the collective soul.
Fabac’s contributions have earned her recognition not only for her literary artistry but also for her commitment to humanitarian values, emphasizing love, unity, and cultural dialogue. With a distinctive voice that is at once lyrical, compassionate, and deeply human, Sandra Fabac continues to inspire audiences worldwide, offering poetry as a luminous guide toward empathy, hope, and the shared beauty of existence.
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RETURN
I still love
I love the world
the way the first light is loved
on the edge of morning
quiet almost shy
like a tear that remains
uncried
on the eyelash of time
Blue fragile
it trembles above the fate of humankind
and guards the last tenderness
that wars have not yet managed
to extinguish
Perhaps we are all
that single tear
on the face of the earth
I know
a flower must one day wither
clouds will disappear
the sun will sometimes
forget the way to us
But deep within the world
there still exists
a quiet prayer
That is why we write
For sometimes
the poet’s pen
is the last bridge
between darkness and light
Through words
we try to save
what hands have forgotten to protect
O jellyfish of immortality
mysterious being of the oceans
within your silent light
hope is born
Your translucent wings
sail through time
like a harp
played only by eternity
Its notes
touch the hearts
that still believe
the world can be saved
Let us stop the chaos
First within ourselves
Let words become bridges
let verses become
white doves
flying across the borders of fear
Let us return the sun to children
Let weapons disappear
like smoke
in the morning wind
Let them fly away in swarms of darkness
far from human hands
that have forgotten
how peace is built
For we were not born
to sell war
We were born
to offer dreams
Jewels of the future
light
and a new hope
Let us crown the calendars of deserts
with days of life
let us revive through poetry
what was almost lost
I still remember
the holiness of a moment
when two souls
could wrap themselves
like two white doves
in the golden light of the sun
But humanity was in a hurry
It moved too quickly
through its own love
And lost
what was most sacred
So now we stand
on the edge of silence
with a pen in our hands
and a heart that still remembers
what it means to love
For love
is not the weakness of the world
Love is
its final prayer
And every poem
a small lantern
in the long night of humanity
And while the last tear
still shines
on the face of the earth
we will write
Until words become
new dawns
Until doves
fill the sky again
Until weapons fall silent
Until the world
finally learns
what poets
have always known
that love
is the only true immortality
like the jellyfish
shining
in the depths of time
and guiding us
toward peace
until the last tear of the world
becomes
the first drop of light
© Sandra Fabac poetessa humanist
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WHISPER OF SHADOWS
In the stone veins of narrow streets
I walk
quiet
calm
A stone trembles beneath my step
and the night sways
I search the distance
I search for him
They told me
to let go
They told me
but the longing for a touch
for your voice
led me deeper
into the darkness of narrow streets
I gather tears
heavy with sorrow
and I walk
I walk
while my loosened hair
covers my eyes
and my thoughts
They told me
to let go
But I did not know how
I only walked
and walked
until beneath the stone veins
I felt your presence
You were waiting in the distance
it was you
my light
I was afraid
that your smile might fade
because I loved it
in the emptiness of the past
where everything had vanished
only my heart
still longed
and loved
I had come far
I placed my fragile body
into your arms
I was afraid
they might let me fall
that your smile
might fade away
They told me
to let go
They wanted
even in this shadow of imagination
to separate us
Under the light of dawn
we strung our kisses
like pearls
in the emptiness
of one eternal love
And in the night
your figure drifts
Shadows merge
your hands pass
through my dreams
through my hair
and through silence
and our love
remains
a whisper
© Sandra Fabac poetessa humanist
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PHOENIX IN THE REFLECTION OF MIRRORS
Have you ever felt
warmth in cold light
Have you ever loved
so intensely that you believed
in someone else’s universe
I have
In my hands a clock stopped time
the curtain danced in the reflection of mirrors
I fixed my eyes on a bowl of fragrant fruit
In the eyes that hide fragments
I recognized myself
light in the black hole of life
I was sharp,witted
beautiful
like an entranced maiden
But something was missing
Zeus his space to shape a human from clay
so it would not crumble and remain whole
The world I live in does not exist
it vanished lost
on the Milky Way
Life must always be reborn
not in waves that strike and vanish
but like the Phoenix rising from ashes
Everything turned into mud
but we had a shared star
a play of light
fossils glued into rings
Life must shine
like crystals
all the magnetic fields of the universe
planted into a single tree of life
I strip away others’ touches from my skin
like an old tight dress
dawn comes
light does not ask what we have lost
Like Persephone I tasted darkness
like the Phoenix I choose the flame
Orpheus plays through grief
turning pain into a song
loss into art
and leads the soul to light that never dies
Gather all versions of yourself
plant them within
somewhere inside you a tree already grows
that asks for no one’s eyes
to be real
Life must always be reborn
always.
© Sandra Fabac poetessa humanist
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ELIXIR OF THE INVISIBLE EARTH
We tear off pieces of the earth
we crush them beneath rough feet
as if we do not know
that we are stepping on our own beginnings
Forgive me for writing again
I sell dreams
to myself
and to you
In my mind I cook a dense transparent substance
a gelatin of memory and premonition
to carry to you
the bitterness of time
Are we ready
to look at life without a veil
are we ready
to offer it a hand
not as masters
but as passersby
We are particles
flickers within infinity
floating energy
that for a moment knows it breathes
Life does not ask for mystery
it does not ask for answers
it asks for bread in the hand
for water that remembers its source
and for a touch that does not give up
It asks us
to stitch the wounds
we have opened ourselves
On the stage of the world
the drums of time resound
light breaks returns disappears
a cycle that does not ask us
And at the edge of that cycle
stands Veles
in the roots of the world and the silence of the soil
listening to how we break our own earth
Above him Perun
in light and thunder
slashes the sky
seeking the balance we lose
And we
drained clouds
wander above ourselves
in a balance that threatens
Tomorrow
Let tomorrow be a silence
that does not hurt
Let thoughts calm
if only for a single breath
On the wall a painting
cherries bursting with life
red fragrant
almost real
That is it
that energy
the elixir
Reset
Perhaps then we will know how to choose
peace instead of noise
an embrace instead of distance
a morning at the table
where children breathe without fear
We will listen to flowers
speaking without words
We will join the torn earth
with hands soaked in tears
We will strengthen the light
where we once dimmed it
Because it is enough
to awaken
to stop
and to see
To offer our hands
to thank the invisible plan
that still holds us
And when one day
time stands still for all of us
when in a boundless flower garden
we dance lighter than ourselves
perhaps then
we will become human
You
and I
But before that
we must return life to life
for the child
for the human
for what is yet to come
Because after
only silence remains
if we have not known how to love
I awaken in the crown of light
and offer warmth
to the world
© Sandra Fabac, poetessa i humanistica


