Tuesday, 25 September 2018

The past is a whirlpool. If you let it dominate your present moment, it will suck you in. What you need is to live this very moment. That is all that matters...

I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.
If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.
Did you ever think that perhaps our minds are delicately calibrated between the known and the unknown? That our souls need the mysteries of night and the clarity of day?!
How do you know you're in love? I can't fall asleep, is that reason  that my reality is finally better than my dreams?!

Sunday, 23 September 2018

Vreme je sporo, za one koji čekaju. Vreme je brzo, za plašljive. Vreme je dugo, za one koji tuguju. Vreme je kratko, za one koji se raduju. Za one koji vole, vreme ne postoji....

Kada ti se u životu dogode loše stvari u nizu, kome ne nazireš kraj, obično se zapitaš čime si to zavredeo. Možda baš ničim, možda si samo katalizator za budale ili magnet za nevolje. Sebe vidiš kao gubitnika u okruženju megalomanskih dobitnika i opet se pitaš - gde sam ja u ovom makro kosmosu?! Zaboraviš da si srećen samo što si živ i što ćeš proziveti još jedan dan. Na žalost obično kažeš - ma bolje da me nema. Dani su ti kratki, iako traju uvek isto od kada je sveta i veka. Nemaš vremena za one koji žive za trenutak tvoje pažnje, koja nema cenu, kao što ti nemaš vremena. Kao što sve u životu biva nenadano, shvatiš da si propustio trenutke života, koji su nekome značili život celi, da nisi izgovorio reči koje si trebao, da nisi čuo ono što je neko "sagoreo" u želji da ti kaže. Shvatiš da si "propustio" život, koji je tho i nenametljivo prošao pored tebe, a ti ga nisi ni primetio jer si stremio drugim putevima.
Shvatiš da život čine sitnice koje ti daruju mali ali nadasve veliki ljudi, koji te kao senka prate. Koliko jedni druge razumemo i čujemo kada nešto kažemo, uradimo? Koliko se zamislimo u suštinu odnosa, zavisi od ličnog interesovanja i površnosti, pri čemu zaboravimo na osećanja onoga kome sve to mnogo znači.
U životu uvek dođe dan i sat, kada se ispostavi račun kajanja za sve grubosti, nesmotrenosti, (ne)izgovorene reči. Kajanje i tuga to neće sprati, stoga reci, uradi u nekom trenutku ono što želiš, da ne bi žalio ceo život - mogao si a nisi jer vreme nema zube, ali itekako ume da grize do bola....

Thursday, 20 September 2018

Nebesa su svečana i divna!Spi zemlja u plavkastom sjaju...Što li mi je to tako bolno i tako teško?Čekam li nešto? Žalim li za čim?

Znam, duša mi je iznad svega
Oduvek neobično htela. Ljubih
Sve sablazni tog sveta, ali ne njega...
Živeh minutima taj život grubi;
I uvek muke navirahu nove,
Ja punih svoje začarane snove
Trenucima tim. Ali snova let
Ne može da potamni kao svet.
Često, za tren, kad' snažna misao mi luta,
Ja živeh vekove, živote druge,
Zaboravljah na sve. Mnogo puta,
Uznemirena od snova punih tuge,
Ja plakah; ali svi ti snovi moji,
Koje ja volim, il' ih se pak bojim,
Daleki od zemaljskog behu tada.
O, ne! Sve je sa neba...
Nisam draga nikome.
Sama sebi sam odveć teška, 
Tuga po mome liku često bludi,
Svetu ne dam
Da mi u srce  drsko gleda!
Zašto da sazna da je ono čisto?
Sumrak, il' plamen - njemu je to isto.
Budućnost me uzbuđuje i brine.
Gde će me snaći kraj, šta će mi proći
Sve duša, u kom kraju će da sine
Ono što volim, da li će to doći?
Al' ko me voli, i ko bi me rado
Čuo i poznao? S dubokim jadom
Vidim - zlo je što takvu ljubav molim,
I shvatam, manje ne mogoh da volim.
Život je prazan kada borbe nema.
Zaronivši u prošlost, malo dela
Ja želim delovati, želim jako
Svaki dan besmrtnost da bude, 
Ne mogu shvatiti šta odmor znači.
U umu mom se uvek nešto budi,
Kipti i zri. I tuga mi i jadi
Bez kraja nemir unose u grudi.
Šta u životu čovek pre da radi?!
Ostaće nešto - večito se bojah -
Kratak je vek! - žed za životom moja
Jača je i od njegove strahote...

Thursday, 13 September 2018

I don't look for storms but they always find me...

Life is a storm, my friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes.
What is a storm of life ? Is it a test, a challenge, an obstacle? You never really understand a storm until you are in one, but the other side of the storm, that is another thing altogether. The storm is going to cost you something, there is no getting around it. Whether it gives something back is entirely up to you. There are some things you learn on stormy seas that you never learn on calm smooth waters....

Sunday, 9 September 2018

Birthdays could be such a "bummer" when you're older than the country you lived in

This evening, I sat by an open window
and read till the light was gone and the book
was no more than a part of the darkness.
The long way to you is still tied to me but it brought me to you. I keep wanting to give you what is already yours. It's the morning of the mornings together breath of summer oh my found one the sleep in the same current and each waking to you. When I open my eyes you're what I wanted to see.....

Tuesday, 4 September 2018

Vivir consiste en construir futuros recuerdos...

Había un solo túnel, oscuro y solitario: el mío, el túnel en el que había transcurrido  toda mi vida. Todo tiempo pasado fue peor, si no fuera porque el presente me parece tan horrible como el pasado. La memoria es para mí como la temerosa luz que alumbra un sórdido museo.
Generalmente, esa sensación de estar solo en el mundo aparece mezclada con un orgulloso sentimiento de "superioridad", mi soledad no me asusta, es casi olímpica....
Soy feliz. Jamás me he sentido tan bien, ¿y tu?
Esta vez es difícil, espérame....
Puedes me darme un beso, una sonrisa, para una buena noche, como solía ser....solo una palabra... porfavor?!

Friday, 31 August 2018

I hold on to the pieces of the past, while I wait for my future

There comes a time in your life when you have to choose to turn the page, write another book or simply close it. Nostalgia... It's a state of mind best indulged infrequently.
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I'm sad and feel you are far away?
When love has flown, when to some distance ocean crossed, some mysterious sea, though a lover be ever lost love can not be...
You belong to the sun
You belong to the sky,
We have more than one song
To sing before we die....
You are the pattern in the weaving of my existence. You are the secret code that unlocks all that is mine. You are the manner in which I dance, flying from cloud to cloud…You are the answer to all my questions, always unexpected, which raises me from one world to another.You are my sailing boat on the ocean of infinite tranquility and bliss. My most beautiful ark. Your soul has no limits, and it is in my eyes that You are endless…
And thus when I am not asking You anything then, in fact, I am asking You; And when I do not see You – I do indeed see you. And when You are silent You are speaking inside of me; and when you are asleep you are awake inside of me.....
You'll never be able to escape from your heart. So, it's better to listen to what it has to say. That way you'll never have to fear an unanticipated blow...

Anton Chekhov, Ivanov

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!

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