Thursday, 16 July 2015

Cuando estás soñando con el corazón "roto"

Estoy escribiendo una pequeña nota para enviar a través del mar.
Voy a ver si va a escribir de nuevo a mí.
Está lleno de mi amor, la pasión y el dolor.
Me gustaría poder verte, pero voy a escribir esto en su lugar.
Y esperamos que esta se vuelve así que podemos atesorar para siempre.
Voy a esperar hasta que llegue, no importa cuánto tiempo tengo que esperar,este es cuánto
Te amo aunque no estoy seguro de que me amas.
Voy a esperar tanto tiempo como tengo que hacerlo, a la orilla del mar.
Y espero que tú esté aquí, de vuelta a casa se debe tener.....
Con todo  amor Alexandra

Na svet sam došao sličan ljudima koji na srcu nemaju ljusku....


Nikada nisam usamljeniji nego kad otvorim srce nekom prijatelju, zato što tada još jače osećam nepremostivi jaz. Čovek je tu, vidim njegove oči koje me gledaju, ali ništa ne znam o njegovoj duši koja je iza njih. On me sluša. Šta li misli? Ti ne znaš kakva je to patnja! Možda me mrzi, ili me prezire? Možda mi se ruga?! 
On misli o onome što mu kažem, procenjuje me, osuđuje me, nalazi da sam prosečan ili glup čovek. Kako da saznam šta on misli’? Kako da saznam da li on mene voli, kao što ja volim njega? I šta li se kuva u toj njegovoj glavi? Velika je tajna neznana misao nekog bića – misao skrivena i slobodna, koju mi ne možemo saznati, niti upravljati njome, ni potčiniti je, ni pobediti!
Uzalud želim da se predam, da otvorim vrata svoje duše. Na dnu duše, čuvam svoje JA, u skrivenom uglu, do koga niko ne dopire. Niko ga ne može naći, niti ući u moju dušu, jer niko nije sličan meni i zato što niko nikoga u suštini ne razume......

Wednesday, 15 July 2015

Crnogorski gorki vjenac


Nek se ovaj vijek gordi nad svijema vjekovima, 
on će era biti strašna ljudskijema koljenima.
Viđu vraga su sedam binjišah, 
su dva mača a su dvije krune, 
praunuka Turkova s Koranom! 
Za njim jata prokletoga kota, 
da opuste zemlju svukoliku 
ka skakavac što polja opusti!
Mala ti je žertva sva Srbija 
od Dunava do mora sinjega? 
Na tron šjediš nepravo uzeti, 
ponosiš se skiptrom krvavijem; 
huliš Boga s svetoga oltara, 
munar dubi na krst razdrobljeni! 
Ali sjenku što mu šće trovati
 
te je u zbjeg sobom uniješe 
među gore za vječnu utjehu 
i za spomen roda junačkoga?
Nijesam vi sve jošt iskazao. 
Kuku onoj duši zadovijek
Ćud je ženska smiješna rabota! 
Ne zna žena ko je kakve vjere; 
stotinu će promijenit vjerah 
da učini što joj srce žudi.....



Sunday, 12 July 2015

Life is a miserable thing. I have decided to spend my life thinking about it....

If we look at life in its small details, how ridiculous it all seems. It is like a drop of water seen through a microscope, a single drop teeming with protozoa. How we laugh as they bustle about so eagerly and struggle with one another. 

Whether here, or in the little span of human life, this terrible activity produces a comic effect....

The flower replied: You fool! Do you imagine I blossom in order to be seen? I blossom for my own sake because it pleases me, and not for the sake of others. My joy consists in my being and my blossoming....

Thursday, 9 July 2015

Live your life


There was a time in our lives when we were so close that nothing seemed to obstruct our friendship, and only a small footbridge separated us. Just as you were about to step on it, I asked you "Do you want to cross the footbridge to me?" 
Immediately you did not want to anymore; and when I asked you again you remained silent. Since then mountains and torrential rivers and whatever separates and alienates have been cast between us, and even if we wanted to get together, we couldn't. But when you now think of that little footbridge, words fail you and what do you think now?!

Belgrade is Belgrade


Nothing describes Belgrade like the three words "Belgrade is Belgrade" , that we utter at the airport after coming home from abroad. 

Belgrade abounds in love, warmth and wonderment; we feel safe here and we are happy to live in this city. If we haven't made much of our lives, it is enough to say that we have managed to live in such a fine place as 
Belgrade - the unfulfilled dream of many provincials...
We measure the world with the simple but essential question which can no one answer. We look the wonders of the world, admire the riches of past centuries, roam through luxury and abundance...
One day we take off our shoes. Looking in beautiful sight, we ask ourselves
"Could you live here"?
Oh what a stupid, beautiful and touching question
Of course, I could live here, this is the most beautiful quart of Belgrade.....