Sunday, 17 July 2016

Postoje nekakva bela vremena kad prava mladost u oko kane. To je ta lepa praznina mene u koju ceo svet može da stane

Evo jednog neuspelog dana.
Ne vidim zašta bi se mogao upotrebiti.
Možda bih danas mogla da potrošim svu gorčinu,
sve crne misli, sav očaj.
Pa da sutra mislim i radim nešto drugo i lepše.
Treba se čuvati slobodnih dana.
Nisu oni za svakoga.
Slobodan čovek je uvek u iskušenju da misli.
A ko danima nije mislio, možete misliti
šta taj može misliti kada odjenom počne da misli....

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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...