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, 7 March 2016

Beograd važi za otvoren grad, zbog toga mu lako kradu dušu


Još ponegde u Beogradu postoje tarabe, a uz tarabe raste korov jakog, oporog mirisa... Gugutka guguče na grani divlje jabuke, a zalutali poljski miš beži od straha ili gladi... Sve to još postoji negde, u nekoj ulici bez imena i kući bez broja...Zakačilo se kao čičak za nogavicu velegrada i putuje vremenima i prostorima kojima ne pripada....
Misliš da imaš "privilegiju" što si se probudio u Beogradu i da si već dovoljno postigao u danu koji je pred tobom. Otvoriš prozor da udahneš vazduh i nazdraviš novom danu kada ti  vidno polje zaseni 






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