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...

Monday, 21 December 2015

Radosni časi proteknu brzo, a vreme tuge ostaje i traje čitavu večnost....


Nisam iz ove zemlje, niti sam rođena ovde. Preokret sudbine navede me na ovaj put. Prošlost se stapa sa sadašnjošću, sadašnjost obuhvata snove o budućnosti, a budućnost je suviše maglovita, nejasna i udaljena da bi bila od koristi. Ova je zemlja slična snoviđenju, ustreptala mapa koja je za mnoge izgubljene duše doživotno prokletstvo....
Živim u svetu bez imalo nade. Ne trudi se da me pokopaš jer sam već živa sahranjena
Baš kao što si mi jednom rekao, šta drugo i ostavljamo za sobom?! Samo priču, nabacane scene iz "složenog" života, priče koje nas prožimaju, potom blede u sećanju dok ne umine i poslednja reč....
Kad umrem, učini mi ovo: uzmi vlas svoje blistave crne kose, veži mi ruke njom i sahrani me u ovoj zemlji....

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