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, 2 May 2016

Kad jednom prođe sve, кad pretvori se u sećanja, kad više nisu važna lica, imena ni godine...

Postoji mesto gde ljubav počinje
i mesto gde ljubav prestaje.
Postoji dodir dve ruke
koji se opire svim rečenicima.
Postoji pogled što bukti ko veliko ognjište
I tišina se sastoji od zvuka,
zvuka i muzičkih pauza,
oni jedno drugo određuju
kao što je život ograničen smrću,
a smrt rođenjem......
Svaki trenutak u našem životu sadrži u sebi
prečistu svetlost dijamanta,
kao i neprobojno sivilo grafita.
I dijamant i grafit su sastavljeni od
istih atoma ugljenika, a razliku stvara njihov raspored.....
Odvedi me u mirisno polje i pričaj mi bajke
Pokaži mi gde se spajaju reke i 
slaži me da je svaki dan ovakav.
Obećaj da ćeš i sutra skloniti sve oblake
Obećaj da će me snovi uvek čekati....

2 comments:

Giga said...

That's right, there are places that do not need to know their names, and to be oczrowanym. Regards.

Alexandra said...

:)