Čuj, kad ti je jako teško
kad te nešto strašno muči
i kad ne znaš dal' je gore
na ulici il' u kući,
daj odmahni lijevom rukom,
daj odmahni desnom rukom
i odlučno čvrsto kreni
za nečujnim nekim zvukom.

Kreni stazom koje nema
to će biti tvoja staza.
Tko zna što ti sutra sprema
taj tvoj put bez putokaza
al' znaj, to će biti tvoja cesta
što nekamo ipa vodi
i da na njoj nema mjesta za drugoga,
zato brodi...

Ako ipak i nekad jednom
na lud kamen zakoračiš
pa kad s glavom na tlo tresneš
nemoj zato da se smračiš,
već, molim te, junak budi
k'o da ništa bilo nije,
pa nastavi svojom cestom
još oštrije nego prije.

A kad ti je jako lijepo
i kad misliš da si sretan
smiri malo svoju snagu,
nemoj da se praviš važan,
već nastavi svojom cestom
niti lijevo, niti desno,
pa širokim hodaj usko,
a napni se kad je tijesno.

Jednog ćeš dana stići
na kraj samo svoga puta
tog ćeš časa možda biti
bez cipela i kaputa,
al' ćeš znati tko si-što si
i koliko stvarno vrijediš
i da si netko samo zato
što jedino svoj put slijediš!

Ratko Zvrko



Kopala sam nešto po starim stvarima i našla jedan veliki poster na kojem je napisana ova pjesma... Jest da je znam napamet jer sam godinama buljila u nju kad je bila zaljepljena na zidu moje sobe, ali jednostavno ti stihovi su bili negdje potisnuti u meni i nisam ih se sjetila.
Danas je bio takav dan da sam jednostavno bila nekako sijetno raspoložena. Osijećala sam se pomalo izgubljenom. Sjetila sam se nekih lijepih trenutaka s jednom osobom i shvatila da je sve prolazno.
Kada sam nakon dugo vremena pročitala te stihove znala sam da nije sve tako sivo i da će jednom biti bolje. I ja ću, znam, pomalo lutajući i skretajući ipak naći svoj put, svoju stazu kao i svi vi. Ništa u životu nije tako teško kako se nama u nekim trenutcima čini. Svi možemo postići ono što želimo uz malo truda. Suza u oku je znak za preživljavanje. Ništa, ali baš ništa nas ne smije spriječiti u našim ciljevima. Samo prvo promislite što želite. Ne brzajte i malo mučnite glavom (vjerujte, dobar savijet, znam iz iskustva).
Danas mi je jedna osoba rekla : " Astrid, molim te, prvo upoznaj sebe! Upoznati ćeš jedno vrlo kvalitetnu osobu! ".
To je bila rečenica koju ću pamtiti cijeli život. Svako je jedinstven i poseban na svoj način. Prvo gledajte svoje vrline a tek onda mane. Ističite lijepe stvari. Učinite sve oko sebe veselijim, šarenijim i na bilo koji način boljim. Budite ono što jeste... Na svijetu će uvijek postojati netko tko vas voli.

Pozzdrav:
Antoniu
Ani
Tommyu
Jovani


Voli vas vaša As3d

PS: Nisam vas zaboravila, samo nemam vremana... Pusa čitateljima bloga i OK-a (Kimmy, Vesni, Ulizici, Gunsici i svima ostalima...)

četvrtak, 24.01.2008.

Martin Luther King

Martin Luther King Jr. (15.1. 1929. - 4.4. 1968.) je američki baptistički svećenik, mnogo poznatiji kao vođa pokreta za građanska prava američkih crnaca.

Godine 1957. je osnovao Konferenciju južnjačkog kršćanskog vodstva (Southern Christian Leadership Conference, SCLC), organizaciju koja će postati srž pokreta za ukidanje segregacije bijelog i crnog stanovništva u južnim državama SAD. Pokret se pri tome koristio marševima, demonstracijama, bojkotom i drugim nenasilnim metodama koje su, zahvaljujući brutalnoj reakciji lokalnih vlasti zabilježenom na televiziji, pokretu donijele velike simpatije od američke i svjetske javnosti. King je za svoje zalaganje za nenasilje godine 1964. dobio Nobelovu nagradu za mir.

Kingov pacifizam je bio razlogom zašto je on, kao jedan od najuticajnijih Amerikanaca svog vremena, prvi progovorio protiv rata u Vijetnamu. Njegovi stavovi su s vremenom evoluirali od borbe za zakonsku prema borbi za ekonomsku jednakost između bijelog i crnog stanovništva u SAD, što ga je počelo privlačiti prema uvođenju socijalističkog poretka u SAD kao mogućem rješenju tog problema.

Martin Luther King je pao kao žrtva atentata. Počinitelj, sitni kriminalac James Earl Ray je priznao zločin i bio osuđen, ali su s vremenom neki novootkriveni detalji i Rayovo povlačenje priznanja dali materijal za razne teorije zavjere koje kao naručitelje ubojstva navode tadašnje američke vlastodršce.

Rođendan Martina Luthera Kinga se od 1977. slavi kao nacionalni praznik u SAD.



"I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon of hope to millions of slaves, who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity. But one hundred years later, the colored America is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the colored American is still sadly crippled by the manacle of segregation and the chains of discrimination.

One hundred years later, the colored American lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the colored American is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our great republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir.

This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed to the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given its colored people a bad check, a check that has come back marked "insufficient funds."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is not time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism.

Now is the time to make real the promise of democracy.

Now it the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice.

Now it the time to lift our nation from the quicksand of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.

Now is the time to make justice a reality to all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of it's colored citizens. This sweltering summer of the colored people's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end but a beginning. Those who hope that the colored Americans needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual.

There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the colored citizen is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities.

We cannot be satisfied as long as the colored person's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one.

We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "for white only."

We cannot be satisfied as long as a colored person in Mississippi cannot vote and a colored person in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote.

No, no we are not satisfied and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of your trials and tribulations. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by storms of persecutions and staggered by the winds of police brutality.

You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our modern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you, my friends, we have the difficulties of today and tomorrow.

I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed. "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day out in the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; that one day right down in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be engulfed, every hill shall be exalted and every mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plains and the crooked places will be made straight and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I will go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope.

With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.

With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to climb up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning "My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring!"

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. So let freedom ring from the hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania. Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado. Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California. But not only that, let freedom, ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi and every mountainside.

When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every tenement and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual,

"Free at last, free at last. Thank God Almighty, we are free at last."

petak, 18.01.2008.

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