Tuesday, 29 September 2020

A los que amo y me aman sin dependencia. A los que no temen que los caminos nos separen porque saben de los rencuentros. A los que quieren ser felices... a pesar de todo...


Adelante el sendero se abre en abanico.
Por lo dos  rumbos diferentes se me ofrecen.
Ninguno pretende ser el elegido, sólo están allí.
Un anciano está sentado sobre una piedra, en la encrucijada.
Me animo a preguntar:
-¿En qué dirección, anciano?
-Depende de lo que busques —me contesta sin moverse.
-Quiero ser feliz —le digo.
-Cualquiera de estos caminos te puede llevar en esa dirección.
Me sorprendo:
-Entonces... ¿da lo mismo?
-No.
-Tú dijiste...
-No. Yo no dije que cualquiera te llevaría; dije que cualquiera puede ser el que te lleve.
-No entiendo.

 

-Te llevará el que elijas, si eliges correctamente.
-¿Y cuál es el camino correcto?
El anciano se queda en silencio.
Comprendo que no hay respuesta a mi pregunta.
Decido cambiarla por otras:
-¿Cómo podré elegir con sabiduría? ¿Qué debo hacer para no equivocarme?
Esta vez el anciano contesta:
-No preguntes... No preguntes.
Allí están los caminos.

Yo hice una pausa, y esclarecido exclamó:
"Señor, yo quisiera ser... feliz!!!
 

Saturday, 19 September 2020

Give the peace to my heart


Searching for love had been a mystery for me.
 I've been told that if I want love,
 I've to search for it some said. I've to wait
 That feeling can cover any length
 And that the roads can be traveled
 no further than a step
 One step that becomes the desire
 The need and the company of someone
 And finally I understand
 that distance is not more
simply the time between the two times
I talk to you....


The timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness.
And knows that yesterday is but today's
memory and tomorrow is today's dream....
I'll be looking for you,  every moment,
every single moment.
 And when we do find each other again,
we'll cling together so tight that nothing
and no one'll ever tear us apart.
Every atom of me and every atom of you..


Saturday, 29 August 2020

If tomorrow starts without me



And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home
When God looked down and smiled at me,
From His great golden throne.
 
He said, "This is eternity,
And all I've promised you."
Today your life on earth is past,
But here life starts anew

I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day's the same way
There's no longing for the past.
You have been so faithful,
So trusting and so true.
Though there were times
You did some things
You knew you shouldn't do.

But you have been forgiven
And now at last you're free.
So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I'm right here, in your heart....

Consciousness cannot be accounted for in physical terms. For consciousness is absolutely fundamental. It cannot be accounted for in terms of anything else



Schroedinger Erwin! 
Professor of physics!
Wrote daring equations! 
Confounded his critics!
Not bad, eh? Don’t worry.
Win saw that the theory that Newton’d invented doesn't worth
By Einstein’s discoveries 
had been badly dented.
What now? wailed his colleagues.
Said Erwin, “Don’t panic,
No grease monkey I, 
but a quantum mechanic….
Statistically speaking, the cat (goes the joke),
Is half a cat breathing and half a cat croaked.
To some this may seem a ridiculous split,
But quantum mechanics must answer, 
“Tough shit”...

*
By the way, I never realized that to be nonbelieving, to be an atheist, was a thing to be proud of. It went without saying as it were...

Ima li išta vre­li­je i lu­đe i čud­ni­je ne­go kad u sr­ce se­me pe­sme uđe



Na granici sveta drvo spava, 
trčalo za suncem preko trava.
 Gde je sunce prestalo i palo
tu je drvo stalo i zaspalo.
Dan ti bogat u naručju nosim
Mlade jele duž pogleda sadim
 Gradovima tvog ćutanja lutam
Rosu ti sa trepavica berem
Gledam te Ti me ne vidiš 
Između nas je slepo sunce 
Na stepenicama zagrljaj naš rastrgnut
Zoveš me, ja te ne čujem 
Između nas je gluhi vazduh 
 Ostale su strašne reči nerečene, 
Samo tvoje oči, mirne kao tmina, 
One su gledale i slušale mene; 
Moj bol na tvom uhu pevaše tišina.
 Kakva himna srca, ta reč nerečena!
Ta reč što ne pozna bespuća ni bludnje!
Kad tišina zbori mesto nas, reč njena
Ima svu čistotu sna i bolne žudnje.
 Ta blaga muzika ljubavi što ćuti,
Ima mir molitve u dubini duha:
 Nikada se rečju laži ne pomuti,
Nit se glas poročni dirne našeg sluha.
 Ideja u nemi kamen uvajana;
 Vera sva u suzi što neće da kâpi;
Ta zakletva što je u neznan čas dâna;
I najviši zakon bola koji vapi.
 Bud­na sam, ali kao da spa­vam,
po­ve­zu­jem stva­ri ne­po­ve­za­ne,
gla­va mi je ču­da kr­ca­ta,
 i me­lo­di­je na­do­la­ze sa sva­ke stra­ne.

 Dugo sam bolovala od ljubavi
 i činilo mi se važno vrlo
da li ima negde ili ne nečega čega nema.
A od jutros sve razumem čudesno,
i mislim da je umesno udesila priroda ili slučaj
naneo te nisam uvek draga bivala čoveku
 koji bi mi čežnje zaneo za nečim čega nema...
Sad jedino kao nad srećom strepim:
da li će ovaj dan svanuti oblačnim ili lepim,
 jer znam, ništa mi ne može doneti
nečega čega nema....
 

Wednesday, 26 August 2020

Vreme leči mnoge rane i prikriva mnoge suprotnosti zaboravom



Dođe dan kada shvatih da sam sama na ovom svetu. Više nemam o čemu da brinem. Dan, za danom i hvala ti gospode što ga mogu proživeti onako kako želim. Još samoj sebi nešto značim, na kraju sveta u beskraju plavetnila. Vrata niko ne otvara, samo mi u sećanju dolaze lica koja čuvam od zaborava. Vaskrsnu iz nekog kutka svesti, za njima krenu sećanja, bolna "kajanja" i tuga za minulim vremenima. Grešila sam, govorila reči koje nisam htela, radila postupke mimo svojih želja i htenja. Nikada dobra, uvek loša...


Loša karma, zodijački znak ili zlehuda sudba?!
Sve to nestaje u lamentu nad samom sobom, više ništa nije ni važno. Vreme ne mogu zaustaviti, godine,  kao i one koje sam volela i za koje sada ne postojim,  ne mogu vratiti. 
Zašto ta kazna meni? 
Zaborav, zaborav je bezdušno i bolno odricanje ćutke, zaborav to znači mreti na trenutke... 

Wednesday, 19 August 2020

Kada leto sleti ko će da se seti bezimenih šuma kroz koje se zvasmo....



Ti bdiš a ja se smucam.
Sam sebe u snu sretoh
putići i stranputići:
nit znam odakle kretoh
niti  dokle ću stići.
I kada mi srce umukne ko zvono
i zađe ova glava zaljubljena,
sve mi se čini da me neko zove
tamo gde ova žudnja bez naslova
sklapa i rasklapa ponoćne cvetove.
 Ćuti. Samo ćuti.
To što bi sad umela reći
čuće se bolje neizrečeno.
Srce prestaje čim jezik počne.
I zato na dnu ove nenadane 
toplote u koju prostor utanja
neka na zemlju i nebo padne,
sunce na krovu kuće
Ja sam tvoj izvor
a ti si moje ušće....




About Me

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Resembling on the blonde, seems I'm out of place in the fiercely competitive, testosterone - driven, intensely male profession of theoretical physics;)) So, I want to continue being crazy; living my life the way I dream it, and not the way the other people want it to be. I want to be brave enough to live different ;)))
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!