Sunday, 22 March 2015

Kada čuješ tišinu stvari, spoznaš samoću....

Sadašnjost je jedna matematički pojmljiva tačka dodira prošlosti i budućnosti.
Dragi Bože, čuvaj svoje male ljude od Velikih Vremena. Može li se veliko vreme u kome živimo da razmeni u čase, tako da svaki čovek ima svoj trenutak? Kažu da je vreme novac. To mora da je negde drugde otkriveno. Mi u  Srbiji za takva naučna istraživanja nemamo ni vremena ni novca.
Mi više ne trebamo sunce - satovi nam pokazuju tačnije vreme. Htela bih da se istopim u suzi u kojoj je sunce zaustavilo svoje zrake i da se isplačem na kraju svetlosti...

Monday, 16 March 2015

A walk through Barcelona...

The skies were electric blue and a crystal breeze
carried the cool scent of spring and the sea.
 The lamps along the Ramblas marked out an avenue in the
early-morning haze as the city awoke, like a watercolour slowly
coming to life.
The brightness of dawn filtered down from balconies and cornices
in streaks of slanting light . . . At last I stopped in front of a
large door of carved wood....
A cold, piercing breeze swept the streets, scattering strips of mist in its
path. The steely sun snatched copper reflections from the roofs and
belfries of the Gothic quarter...
Plaza de San Felipe Neri is like a small breathing space in the maze
of streets that criss-cross the Gothic quarter.
Stone dragons guarded a lamplit façade. Inside, voices seemed to echo
with shadows of other times. Accountants, dreamers and would-be
geniuses shared tables with the spectres of Pablo Picasso, Isaac
Albéniz, Federico García Lorca, and Salvador Dalí.
Dawn was breaking, and a purple blade of light cut through the
clouds, spraying its hue over the fronts of mansions and the stately
homes that bordered Avenida del Tibidabo. 
Recent arrivals complain about noises and banging on the walls
at night, sudden putrid smells and freezing draughts that seemed
to roam through the house like sentinels. 
The city is a sorceress, you know?
It gets under your skin and steals your soul
without you knowing it . . .

Remembering in one day


I've lived more than a thousand years. I have died countless times. I forget precisely how many times. My memory is an extraordinary thing, but it is not perfect. I am human.The early lives blur a bit. The arc of your soul follows the pattern of each of your lives. It is macrocosmic. There was my childhood. There have been many childhoods. And even in the early part of my soul I reached adulthood many times. These days, in every one of my infancies, the memory comes faster. We go through the motions. We look oddly at the world around us. We remember.
I say “we” and I mean myself, my soul, my selves, my many lives. I say “we” and I also mean the other ones like me who have the Memory, the conscious record of experience on this earth that survives every death. There aren’t many, I know.At least one of them has a memory far more extraordinary than mine.I have been born and died many times in many places. The space between them is the same.Only God and the devil can be counted on for all the thrilling parts. The great hits of history go along without the notice of most. I read about them in books like everybody else.
Sometimes I feel more akin to houses and trees than to my fellow human beings. I stand around watching the waves of people come and go. Their lives are short, but mine is long. Sometimes I imagine myself as a post driven into the ocean’s edge.
 I’ve never gotten old. I don’t know why. I have seen beauty in countless things. I have fallen in love, and she is the one who endures. I killed love once and died for love many times and I still have nothing to show for it. I always search for love; I always remember her. I carry the hope that someday love will remember me......

Saturday, 7 March 2015

I neka moja ruka bude u tvojoj ruci...


Ćutiš. Ćutim. Kažu, ne možeš sa svakim ni da ćutiš.Gledaš put mora. Gledam te kradomicom oka, kao da ću uhvatititi putanju tvog pogleda. Da pitam nešto, eto tek da prekinem tišinu koja mi para uši i ne sluti na dobro?! Korak tvoj, korak moj još su u paru...Kako se čuva ljubav? - prevalih preko usana. Nisi me ni
pogledao, more je tvoj vidokrug, ipak mirnim glasom kažeš: "Uzmi malo peska i stisni šaku".
Sagoh se i zahvatih nešto peska u šaku, kao poslušano đače. Sama za sebe progunđah, tako vešto da i ti čuješ - beži, migolji se. Uzdah ti napušta grudi i zanjim samo kratko - znam. Tišinu razbija huk mora iz koga kao da izroni tvoj glas i reči - sada potpuno otvori šaku. Kao u čudu, ispružih dlan sa koga se razlete sav pesak. 
Moja ruka u tvojoj ruci i savet - sada uzmi pesak i drži ga na dlanu koji je dovoljno zatvoren da ga sačuvaš i dovoljno otvoren da bude slobodan.....
Zagledah se u pesak na polu savijenom dlanu i čuh - ETO KAKO SE ČUVA LJUBAV

Your name rings out, like lightning from a clear blue sky.....


But gently, in the silence of the night, you breathe
To reach the stears that mark the Sun's path in your sleep.
You listen to the throbbing of your heart beneath
That beats like stone
And when  my failing heart falls silent in my bed
At last, on your soft pillow shall I rest my head....



Y cuando venga la hora.....


Tú, lo  pasado, y mi mundo,
Juventud, amor, góndolas, y en los cielos,
Me aparecéis todavía, como sueño, ola bella flor
Tú, sin embargo, estás sobre el rio ancho
Sobre la fértil llanura, firme, como escudo estás erguido.
Tú cantas alegre, con truenos lejanos,
Y tejes en los siglos, con relámpagos, tu propio hilo
En Ti no hay mi humano abatimiento....

Wednesday, 18 February 2015

SWAN

Lonely swan in the silver river
You are drifting alone
Oh you know how a heart can break
When love has flown
When to some distance ocean crossed
Some mysterious sea,
Though a lover be ever lost
Love can not be
Silver swan by the shore
Lift your wings up and fly
Will you wait evermore
Let life pass you by?
You belong to the sun
You belong to the sky,
You have more than one song
To sing before you die
To the edge of the moon you'll go
I would fly there with you
Where the tides of heaven flow,
Above the blue,
You are destined for higher ground
Not to linger with me
To the earth I am ever bound, eternally
We belong to the sun
We belong to the sky,
We have more than one song
To sing before we die....