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...

Friday, 14 November 2014

Ima jedna zemlja na brdovitom Balkanu...


Ima na Balkanu jedna zemlja koja se graniči sama sa sobom.Gde žive najlepše žene a natalitet opada. Gde nezaposleni najviše rade, gde na najplodnijoj zemlji žive ljudi koji gladuju. Gde vozovi kasne po redu vožnje. Gde svi igraju fudbal, a pobeđuju u vaterpolu i odbojci. Gde se svi žure na posao, a niko ne stiže na vreme. Gde je zdravstveno besplatno, a lečenje skupo. Gde je svetska kriza dobila državljanstvo. Gde su javne nabavke tajna, a državne tajne javne. Gde se ratovi nikada ne završavaju. Gde sudski postupci traju duže od života....

2 comments:

Villa-loredana said...

gdje ljjdi imaju velika srca puna ljubavi, a ne mogu ili ne smiju da ih pokažu.

Alexandra Alexandra said...

Hvala Vam Lori!