Sunday, 31 January 2016

Either you run the day, or the day runs you......


I would rather die a meaningful death than to live a meaningless life.I am not afraid of death, I just don't want to be there when it happens...
The world is my country, all mankind are my brethren and to do good is my religion. The only thing worse than being blind is having sight but no vision. It is our choices . . . that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities....
Hungarian Rhapsody
I have to exercise early in the morning before my brain figures out what I’m doing...
Don’t look for big things, just do small things with great love. Love me when I least deserve it, because that’s when I really need it. 
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul. You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams....
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind blows out candles and fans fire...
When I was child, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down “happy.” They told me I didn't understand the assignment, and I told them they didn't understand life....


Sunday, 24 January 2016

Varljive slike naših priča....

Živim ovde i sada, sve što se odigralo ranije i na drugim mestima je prošlost, velikim delom zaboravljena i dostupna samo u nesređenim krhotinama sećanja, krhotinama koje zasvetle dotaknute rapsodijom slučajnosti i onda opet zgasnu. 
Navikla sam da tako mislim, što je za mene prirodan način mišljenja, kada pogled usmerim ka drugima. Ako "stvari" sagledam iz unutrašnjosti svog bića, one izgledaju drugačije. Nisam ograničena na sadašnjost, odlutam u prošlost. To se dešava kroz osećanja i to ona najdublja, koja odlučuju ko sam i kako je to "biti ja". Ta osećanja ne znaju za vreme, ne poznaju ga i ne priznaju. Bilo bi pogrešno kada bih rekla - ja sam ona klinka koja igra lastiš. Proživela sam hiljade promena koje su učinile da se vreme pomeri napred.
 Sadašnjost mi katkad dođe kao bezvremena zona u kojoj su osećanja nestvarna poput sna i često me obmanu kao slike iz snova. Ne "prostirem" se samo kroz vreme. "Širim" se u prostoru. kada napustim neko mesto, ostavim u njemu nešto "svoje", tako da ostanem tamo uprkos činjenici da sam otputovala. Postoje "stvari" u meni koje ponovo pronađem kada se tamo vratim. Tada se vratim sebi, putujem u susret sebi samoj, putujem na mesto gde sam ostavila deonicu svog života, bez obzira da li je ona duga ili kratka. Kada kročim na to tlo osetim kao da sam doprla do najudaljenije tačke u sebi u zabačeni kutak sebe, tada nastavljam život koji sam prekinula odlazeći u neki drugi "svet". 
Tako se krećem po čitavom unutrašnjem predelu između vremena i prostora unutar sebe, sa nekom setom i osećanjem da sve je bizu a tako daleko. Možda je to umnožavanje same sebe, možda samo daleki izleti u sebi samoj, koji mi kažu šta je moglo biti da je bilo....I taj užareni žig (ne)proživljenog tako zapeče i zaboli.... 




Saturday, 16 January 2016

Once upon a time i was falling in love or "Total eclipse of the heart"....


You've been in love, of course! If not you've got it to come. Love is like the measles; we all have to go through it. Also like the measles, we take it only once. One never need be afraid of catching it a second time. The man who has had it can go into the most dangerous places and play the most foolhardy tricks with perfect safety.
No, we never sicken with love twice. Cupid spends no second arrow on the same heart. Love's handmaids are our life-long friends. Respect, and admiration, and affection, our doors may always be left open for,
but their great celestial master, in his royal progress, pays but one visit and departs. We like, we cherish, we are very, very fond of but we never love again.
 A man's heart is a firework that once in its time flashes heavenward. Meteor like, it blazes for a moment and lights with its glory the whole world beneath. Then the night of our sordid commonplace life closes in around it, and the burned-out case, falling back to earth, lies useless and uncared for, slowly smoldering into ashes. Once, breaking loose from our prison bonds, we dare, as mighty old Prometheus dared, to scale the Olympian mount and snatch from Phoebus' chariot the fire of the gods. Happy those who, hastening down again ere it dies out, can kindle their earthly altars
at its flame. Love is too pure a light to burn long among the noisome gases that we breathe, but before it is choked out we may use it as a torch to ignite the cozy fire of affection.  We take all things in a minor key as we grow older. There are few majestic passages in the later acts of life's opera. Ambition takes a
less ambitious aim. Honor becomes more reasonable and conveniently adapts itself to circumstances. And love, love dies. " Reverence for the dreams of youth" soon creeps like a killing frost upon our
hearts.  
A boy's love comes from a full heart; a man's is more often the result of a full stomach. Indeed, a man's sluggish current may not be called love, compared with the rushing fountain that wells up when a boy's heart is struck with the heavenly rod. If you would taste love, drink of the pure stream that youth pours out at your feet. Do not wait till it has become a muddy river before you stoop to catch its waves.
It is a cheerless hour  when the lamp of love has gone out and the fire of affection is not yet lit, and you have to grope about in the cold, raw dawn of life to kindle it. God grant it catches light before the day is too far spent. Many sit shivering by the dead coals till night come.....

Thursday, 7 January 2016

Planinska lepotica koja oduzima dah

Najlepši prizor u Japanu, mada bih se ususudila reći i jedan od najlepših na svetu je pogled na planinu Fuđi. S proleća i jeseni, veći deo njegovog vrha prekriven je kasnim odnosno ranim snegom. Kada je vedar dan u tom periodu teško se može razlikovati iz daljine, osnovu bez snega koja je iste boje kao i nebo. Bela kupa se čini kao da visi sa neba. Japanci sa ponosom taj prizor porede sa naopako okrenutom poluotvorenom lepezom, jer se lepe žile šire dadole od zasečenog vrha. Grandiozna planinska lepotica uzdiže se 3800 metara iznad zemlje.
 Može se videti iz 13 provincija carstva izlazećeg sunca. Japanci je smatraju božanskom i za njih je vrhovni oltar Sunca, a uspeti se na nju, barem jednom u životu, smatra se dužnošću svih koji poštuju drevne bogove.
Obe japanske državne religije poštuju planinu Fuđi. Šintoističko božanstvo na planini Fiđi je prelepa boginja Kono-hana-sakuja-hime. Ona je rodila svoju decu u vatri bez bola, i njeno ime znači " Blistavo cvetanje poput cvetnog drveća". Na vrhu je njen hram i veruje se da njene nevidljive sluge motre i čekaju da gurnu u krater svakog ko priđe hramu nečistog srca. Budisti vole veliki vrh jer ima oblik belog pupoljka svetog cveta - osam šiljaka njenog vrha, kao osam lotosovih latica simbolizuju osam mudrosti: opažanje, svrhu, govor, ponašanje, življenje, napor, svesnost i meditaciju.
Pogled koji se pruža stotinama kilometara i svetlo udaljenog usnulog sveta, vilinska jutarnja magla i veličanstveni čudesni venci oblaka su prizori koje oči pamte do zadnjeg daha. Najveličanstvenije je rađanje Sunca u zemlji izlazećeg Sunca....

Monday, 4 January 2016

Sparrows in the winter day

Listen to the delicate fluttering of sparrows wings, tiny messengers. The sound reminds  on  life - struggling, beating, rising, flying, and now, they  get frozen on the market stall...
They can't be tethered or held in your palm, they light on your porch. Their song might be brief, but how greedy would we be to ask for more? No, I can't keep a sparrow. I can only hope that  they will fly away, and they take a little bit of me with them....

Saturday, 2 January 2016




Tú eres la estrella en mi noche, 
Tú eres el cielo azul en mi día, 
Tú eres el agua en mi mar, 
Tú eres son la luz me mostró el camino, 
Tú eres el sol en mis ojos, 
Tú eres el viento que sopla a través de mi pelo, 
Tú eres el latido de mi corazón, 
Tú eres mi vida - que está siempre allí….

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service?!

In a world that I seldom understand, there are winds of destiny that blow when we least expect them. Sometimes they gust with the fury of a hurricane, sometimes they barely fan one’s cheek.But the winds cannot be denied, bringing as they often do a future that is impossible to ignore.
You, are the wind that I did not anticipate, the wind that has gusted more strongly than I ever imagined possible. I was wrong, so wrong, to ignore what was obvious. Like a cautious traveler, I tried to protect myself from the wind and lost my soul instead. I know I am not perfect. I’ve made more mistakes, than some make in a lifetime. Like a woman who gazes only backward on a trip across the country, I ignored what lay ahead. I missed the beauty of a coming sunrise, the wonder of anticipation that makes life worthwhile. It was wrong of me to do that, a product of my confusion,and I wish I had come to understand that sooner. Now, though, with my gaze fixed toward the future, I see your face and hear your voice, certain that this is the path I must follow. It is my deepest wish that you give me one more chance. Every time I watched the sun go down, I thought of you. Every time I walked by the phone, I yearned to call. I knew in my heart that my life would never be the same again.
The art of love is largely the art of persistence.....