The Hours Of My Life

There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle, the other is as though everything is a miracle. I've no special talents. I'm only passionately curious. I'm not a woman of success, I'm a woman of value ;))) I never give up because I never fail until I stop trying...It's a life - eternal struggle....

The Hours Of My Life

Once I worked hard and thought a lot but I never got tired; now I do nothing and think of nothing, but I'm tired in body and spirit.With a heavy head, with a slothful spirit, exhausted, overstretched, broken, without faith, without love, without a goal, I roam like a shadow among men and I don't know who I am, why I'm alive, what I want. And I now think that love is nonsense, that embraces are cloying, that there's no sense in work, that song and passionate speeches are vulgar and outmoded. And everywhere I take with me depression, chill boredom, dissatisfaction, revulsion from life... I am destroyed, irretrievably!

Tuesday, 12 January 2021

Look at winter with winter eyes

 


 I was looking down the road of "life gone by"
 and I realized this road of life isn't as long as it looks.
 I've realised that expectation kills.
Just go with the flow,
 you might be surprised when
something better comes along
in an unexpected way.
The only things I regret,
and the only things I'll ever regret
 are things I didn't do. 

I saw you walking a foot above the earth and
I remembered that was where I used to walk.
The sound of your voice, compassionate embrace...
The power in your touch, serenity of stride...
The beating of your heart
calms down my presence,
gracing with eternal peace of mind...

Let me wake up next to you, 
have coffee in the morning 
and wander through the city 
with your hand in mine, 
and I'll be happy for the rest of my  little life...

Saturday, 9 January 2021

U sobi našoj sve je po starom, puno knjiga i slika, u sobi nema nikog, samo kao sunčev odblesak negde na zidu spazim tvoj osmeh tih i blagorodan...

 



Bilo bi suviše da sretnem koga god: kao reka smeje se moja samoća i plavi se nadamnom nebeski svod. Ostavila sam za sobom zla i dobra, vezana za radost sveta. O, kako se sada smeje moja samoća u dva - tri malena cveta...

I mislim zašto sam ikada srela koga god, jer ma s kim bio čovek je uvek tužno sam i vezuje nas samo nebeski svod. Usamljen je i onaj kome dušu dam, usamljena sam i ja i uzalud molim očima malo duše u ljudi što prolaze. Sama sam i kad volim, i sama ću otići u smrt. O, čovek je s čovekom uvek tužno sam, vezuje nas samo neba hram i zemlje tužni vrt...

 

Thursday, 7 January 2021

Pod hrastom

 


 Došao sam; seo. Znali smo se davno,
nije se ništa začudio hrast.
Okrilje mi je sačuvao tavno,
i ponudio mi tako jednostavno
mir svoga krila i ćutanja slast.

I ćutali smo dugo. On je blago
pogledom nekud lutao kroz dan:
žalio nebo pobledelo nago,
tešio cveće precvetalo drago,
skupljao granjem umor sveta rân.


- Jednu sam dušu tražio u svetu,
rekoh, da vidik svoj podelim sa njom.
- A iskidao sopstvenu u letu,
i našô opet na ishodu metu:
ćutanje svoje u podnožju tvom.

Ne traži jednu! Dah, ona proleti,
nit konca misli zavezaće nju.
Sviju se, sviju dotakni i seti....

Sunday, 3 January 2021

Čestitka prijatelja


 Naše poznanstvo je počelo uz šolju čaja. Volela sam tvoju ozbiljnost i blagost. Prezirala sam svoju neozbiljnost i buntovnost. Godine su prošle, živimo svoje živote na suprotnoj strani sveta. Vreme prošlo, sećanje traje i tiha radost koju greje svaka vest od tebe, popuput ove...

 Uzeti 12 meseci, dobro ih očistiti od gorčine, sebičluka, cepidlačenja i straha.
Svaki mesec pažljivo iseckati na 30 ili 31 dan, tako da je zaliha dovoljna za celu godinu.
Svaki dan posebno ispuniti nadevom od: jedne trećine rada, trećine duševne vedrine i trećine humora, uz dodatak tri kašike optimizma, jedne kašike strpljenja, zrnceta ironije i prstohvata takta.

 
Tu masu preliti obilno ljubavlju.
Gotovo jelo ukrasiti buketićem sitnih pažnji i servirati ga svakoga dana, sa obaveznom vedrinom, uz šolju dobrog, osvežavajućeg čaja.

Napomena: Recept ne čuvajte samo za sebe, već ga podelite i sa drugima!
Živeli!


 

Saturday, 2 January 2021

If I'm really a part of your dream, you'll come back to me one day, I'll be waiting for you....

 


There are moments when love enter our lives. Then we have a sense that the whole universe is on our side. One of my "friend" told me - The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us. Is that true?! I'm not so sure, in my case is something wrong... 

Live in the best way – love, forgive, and offer the best of yourself. It is important to do this because when the time comes for  step down and leave seat empty — you should leave behind beautiful memories for those who will continue to travel on the train of life......


Friday, 1 January 2021

I think of you in this winter day

 



I wonder if the snow loves the Christmas tree and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again"...

The secret of the mountain is that it's the clearest way into the Universe
Just close your eyes, and breathe softly through your nose. You'll hear the whisper message from the mountain - I'm watching you, are you watching yourself in me? I try to travel with the eyes of the spirit wide open, because who travel to mauntain-tops is half in love with oneself, and half in love with oblivion...


Wednesday, 23 December 2020

Vreme darivanja

 


 Možeš mi reći kako sam grešila
I ja ću na svoja ramena
Težinu neba, ako treba, prihvatiti
I ti ćeš opet biti u pravu a ja ću se osmehnuti...

Ja još uvek nosim one iste
vagone neistovarene nežnosti ispod kože
kao usnulu obalu vrele krvi…
Na što te noćas seća sve to?
Dva svetla u jednom mraku šta čine?
Okean ili kap...
Trijumpf ili elegiju...

Ovo je vreme darivanja. Vreme kada savladamo strah od spoticanja i okrećemo se da pogledamo poslednji put, jer ne razumemo to nepoznato što nam ide u susret, i reči kojima ćemo ga nazvati, ipak će biti beznadežno neadekvatne, i tako bežimo od razaranja vremena, unazad, dok ne postanemo ništa drugo do priča koja govori o svemu što smo propustili...!