Tuesday, 10 February 2015

They say to me....

Boba Stefanovic 
Belgrade, May 21, 1946 - Belgrade, February 9, 2015

They say to me, they see you very often,
like a shadow you are running through the city,
and they say, you are hiding skillfully
from the looks which are following you secretly

They say to me, you are strange when you are quite,
and with a couple of words you are asking too much
and they say, you are waiting for my return
and reading my old letters

They say to me, you are still alone,
but many springs are with us,
and many autumns are in us,
they say you are still alone.

They say to me, the lights are always burning,
when you are standing next to the window,
and they say, you are afraid of steps
and watching stars until dayspring....

1 comment:

Giga said...

Can listen to what they say to him and starts to do something with it. Sweet picture. Regards.

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...