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“Ljudi koji su čitali dobre knjige, živjeli su više od onih koji nisu… Nije istina da imamo samo jedan život. Ako možemo čitati, možemo živjeti onoliko života koliko poželimo... ”
S. I. Hayakawa
"Als das Kind Kind war, ging es mit hängenden Armen, wollte der Bach sei ein Fluß, der Fluß sei ein Strom, und diese Pfütze das Meer. Als das Kind Kind war, wußte es nicht, daß es Kind war, alles war ihm beseelt, und alle Seelen waren eins.
ZA ONE KOJI ZELE VISE...
darija_simunov@yahoo.com
Rastanak s tobom
Mi stojimo na rubu svijeta
i gledamo u zapadanje zadnjih zvijezda u dubine noći
Sa zvijezdama i mi zapadamo
Mi stojimo već na krajnjem rubu sebe
Tko ispod nas zemlju nevidljivo maknu
da je već daleko vidimo ko zvijezdu?
Zamakle su zvijezde
Tko od nas još može naslutiti sebe?
Rušimo se vječno
Nas je put bez dna i padanje bez glasa...
NEPROMISLJENIM REDOSLIJEDOM...
Y Tu Mama Tambien
Trece oko i 3 treptaja
Beyond reality
Borja Dvolik
SS
Dida
KALIOPA
Dezurna Vjestica
svismoisti
Zadihana...
Beyond reality
Pismena ostavka ljubavnom svijetu
... like a rose....
Borja Dvolik
Volupta
mcmlx
misko
Sanja
Prokleta
annabelle
Moja Srodna duša
a vjerujte ima vas još....
Pišem i čitam i oslikavam skrivena iza znatiželjnog platna i pogrbljenih utvara stranaca... promatrajući s prozora taj ranjeni svijet...
Ime mi je Darija i sanjam o tome da jednog dana ugledam svoja piskaranja na polici, ukoričena...
Sanjam još puno toga.... samo sanjam...
"All these people I've known, who are and always will be in my head. There's always a beginning and an end. It was too good. Outside at last, in the city... find out who I am, what I've become. Most of the time, I am too aware to be sad. I waited an eternity to hear a loving word. Then I went abroad. Someone who'd say 'I love you so much today', that would be so wonderful! ... Emptied out, inadequate. Fear, fear, fear. The look of a small animal lost in the woods. Who are you? I don't know anymore. But I do know that I won't be a trapeze artist. Unforeseen decisions in which to believe. I must not cry... I won't cry... no way! It happens, that's how it goes, not always as you wish it. Emptiness, emptiness..."-
DER HIMMEL ÜBER BERLIN
"Dear Leonard, to look life in the face … always to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is. At last, to know it, to love it for what it is, and then … to put it away. Leonard … always the years between us, always the years … always … the love … always … the hours." -
THE HOURS
"FOREVER IS A LONG TIME BABY...."
The Bitter moon
By SS
"Do you know the Tristan Rêveur quote about bad art? It's "bad art is more tragically beautiful than good art 'cause it documents human failure."
STAY
Cassiel: "Why can't I be good? Why can't I act like a man? Why can't I act like other men can? "
IN WEITER FERNE, SO NAH!
"Here is the first passionate love-letter I have ever written in my life. Strange, that my first passionate love-letter should have been addressed to a dead girl. Can they feel, I wonder, those white silent people we call the dead?"-
O.Wilde The picture of Dorian Gray
Fall...
I've wanted to tell you for awhile now. i wanted to say it as you reached for a teacup in your kitchen that night we fought about "why we always have to eat chinese food on your floor" and then made-up. i wanted to say it as the moonlight shown in on you as you slept in your bed the first time we made love there. when i felt your heart racing against my chest. in your (room) in spain, when you first saw your roses, even though i wasn't there. but mostly i wanted to say it the last night i saw you, as i held you in my arms looking down at your precious face knowingly looking up at me. still inside you, quiet, motionless, but so inside you. i wanted so badly to tell you that... the words each time graced my lips like an impostor. only to fall away like some great blizzard that was taken out to sea to rain it's fury on the dark ocean, alone, unbeknownst to any hearing. i pray that you can hear them for what they are, feel them for what they are, and not mar them with the knowledge that they stand apart from your ability to reciprocate them. please take them in your heart, feel them with your eyes closed and your soul open for just a moment. my voice speaking them softly in your ear, with a kiss.when you smile, when your head lightly moves to dance, when your tongue finds my lips, when you ramble over a glass of wine, when you sit naked after we've made love, when you act boldly, when you laugh, when you squeeze my hand, when you call my name in a gruff whisper, when your heart races on my chest in a close embrace, when you love me. what i'm sad about is selfish. i'm sad at god's timing, i'm only a man. and as a man i miss you. i miss you terribly. i miss your kiss. i miss your smile. oh, how i miss your smile. but most of all i miss the moment that hasn't happened yet. the moment when you let yourself fall for me. what makes it hard for me is knowing how much you care for me, how much in a way you do love me. how much you would enjoy smiling wryly as you hurled yourself backwards off the cliff, and said "catch me, baby." if i didn't know that, i could make you a villain, me a victim, and soothe myself. but i can't because it isn't the truth. the truth we both know. the truth is "not today". i know you're not leaving (him) for me, and i wouldn't want you to. i would want you to leave him for you. i also know you would never fly a million miles just to see me smile at you. someday maybe, but not today. so i guess i better disappear. i know you'll be o.k. and soon i will be too. and maybe, just maybe,if god so desires, a day will come when as friends we will find ourselves accidentally strolling along the white cliffs of dover, or the mountain rocks of mendocino, or the bonny emerald north of the scottish seaboard, or the glistening harbor of old new york. and from the heights in the stars, amongst the angels whose arms will cradle us, in a moment neither of us was told about, but knew like our oldest happiness. we will look into each other's eyes and know... it is today. it is today. and whether that day is tomorrow, or next week, or next year, or next lifetime. i will finally get to tell you to your sweet face, the face that i will miss more than i could ever tell, that... i love you, i love you, oh, baby, i love you. and you'll smile wryly, close your eyes, say "catch me, baby", and fall...
subota, 23.01.2010.
FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART...
HVALA SVIMA, NA PODRŠCI, NESEBIČNOJ POTPORI, SVIM TOPLIM RIJEČIMA I NAJLJEPŠIM ŽELJAMA!!!
TOLIKO STE ME IZNENADILI, NEOČEKIVANO ZATEKLI, JA SAM ZA VAS SAMO ANONIMNA NEPOZNATA DJEVOJKA A TOLIKO VAM JE STALO I TOLIKO STE MORALNO JAKI DA JA JEDNOSTAVNO MORAM BITI DOBRO HTJELA ILI NE UZ VAS I SVE OVO, JA ĆU POBJEDITI ONO ŠTO ME SNAŠLO!
BESKRAJNO VAM I OD SRCA HVALA!!!
Uvijek s vama
Darija
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subota, 16.01.2010.
NISAM JELA KRAFNE...
…od tko zna kada i sve je to ruglo prekomjerne tjelesne mase
A nitko me ne zeli slusati
Tvrdoglavo I konspirativno okupljanje oko kante benzina
Mačka pokušava provaliti u vrecicu s kruhom i zobenim mlijekom
Ja pratim trendove
Samo me progoni višak kože oko struka.
Zalijepit cu lokot preko zvakace gume na vratima tvog auta
Ti neces znati
Ja cu se praviti da nemam nikakve veze sa smecem na straznjem sjedalu.
Gledam kopije, zivim kemiju iznemogle sadasnjosti
Tako mlada
A tako obeshrabrena informatickim napretkom.
Tako neusklađena sa suvremenoscu.
I zasto pobogu zeljeznicki kolodvor
Vise nema onaj stari kolodvrski sat
Ove digitalne brojke me tako zbunjuju i pikseli i sva sila grafickog dizajna na djelu
Tako opterecuje.
Dubioze oko kapitulacija desnog koljena
I tipke enter na desnoj strani tipkovnice
A caj se hladi i nedostaje mu okus limuna
Dok ja mislim na taj studeni i premale felge na autu i
Kastraciji macka.
Boli me, pusti me znas da su mi zapesca posebno osjetljiva
Imam oziljke
Čistim nokte nožem i osluskujem kako pada draperija
Preko zrakom ispunjenog madraca.
Dolje lupaju vrata, vjetar je jak i nepredvidiv i
Ne mogu ga procijeniti kojoj vrsti pripada.
Barikade revolucije su tako
Bombasticno materijalne.
A ja nisam jela krafne od tko zna kad
Neuroticnost me mami pjevom organski uzgojenog povrća
Slozi te udlage oko mog zgloba
Vatra u kaminu gori jace nego ikada
Viktorijanski svijecnjak, duhovi slusaju i podizu moj nocni neglize
Zavest cu papinskog nuncija u jedno oblacno poslijepodne
Preuzvisen je i precijenjen osjecaj
Stabilnosti.
Vi ste svi u zabludi i moji koraci postoje samo vi nemate uho
Da ih cujete.
Iz svog zivota izostavih ispovijed
Nisam pomela lisce pred vratima i to je sve.
1943.padale su bombe na Berlin a ti si kockao duhovnoscu i terminologijom
Istosmjernosti.
Ponirem. Suicid. Genocid.
Ne krivim nikoga dok se poigravam transcendentalnim.
- 20:53 -
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subota, 09.01.2010.
Brodolom i lastavice na obzoru....
...na gorucoj klupi usred židovskog groblja
darovao si mi kesten u ljusci
pazljivo mi utisnuvsi nazubljene siljke u dlan.
sutra neces nazvati jer ovo je dar za kraj
karmicki predodredjena da se ne sjecam
gledam u oci imaginarnim vampirima na posterima jeftinih filmova
povjetarac je dolazio sa sjevera
Valjda
sjecam se da imala sam jedva 16
i sjecam se da sam se zabunila i izgubila i triput presjedala
oprostite ne trazite me voznu kartu
ja sad tek shvacam da sam u tramvaju s krivim brojem
njegov miris ostao je na Trgu, na stanici kod kioska Tiska.
Čekam.
Bespovratno je i uzaludno i utopijski ali čekam jer je
Praksa
Jer je
Ugodna navika.
Prijeteci zaglusujuci bubnjevi nekih davnih melodija
"Ohne dich kann ich nicht sein..."
Plesalo se u polumraku, bila sam pripita
Ti si dojurio kroz noc suicidalnom voznjom
Voljela sam uvijek balansirati
Na kraju sam zaglavila na granici svijetova
Sama.
ne razumijem njemacki savrseno ali mi se svidja njegov prizvuk.
I jos uvijek ne mogu razumijeti
Da li je neuzvracena ljubav
Jedan od smrtnih grijeha.
Pitaj mamu molim te, njena sveta dusa sigurno zna
Taj podatak.
oh svetosti oh moralu...
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