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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=mTn_v08ZJEM


"The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering,
known strle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”

Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

“Being with him when he died was something I will never forget. His bravery. His happiness. His acceptance. It was a colossal experience for me. Changed my life completely in a way that I had not expected. I expected to feel sad and lost. But I felt the opposite. Just, like, ‘Boy, this is it. This is all we have. Right here. So you’d better pay attention.’”

Laurie Anderson and Lou Reed


“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power.
Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget… another world is not only possible, she is on her way.
On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing."

Arundhati

“I hope you will go out and let stories, that is life, happen to you, and that you will work with these stories... water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.”

Clarissa Pinkola Estés


“May the sun bring you new energy by day, may the moon softly restore you by night, may the rain wash away your worries, may the breeze blow new strength into your being, may you walk gently through the world and know it’s beauty all the days of your life.”
Apache Blessing


“I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.”

Clementine von Radics





Linkovi
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SarahBernardht
07.05.2018., ponedjeljak
Doticanje

Tebe u sebi dotičem radosno.
Radosno jer još osjetim ti mekoću kože, boju puti, miris tijela. Pamtim ti zjenice, ožiljak na prstu gdje je splet svih tvojih ljubavnih crtica.

Vidim ti riječi. Dragocjenosti.

Ostavljam ih na ceduljicama, u knjigama, na stolu, pored akvarija, na polici. Na običnim mjestima, kako bi mi i postale obične. Da izbjegnem jezu drugog čitanja. Prepoznavanja. Još čujem kako pojedine riječi naglašavaš. Moje ime, volim te, zaljubljen sam i vrijeme.
Sebe u tebi dotičem oprezno.
Kao kada prelaziš prstom laticama prezrele ruže. Želiš osjetiti taj miris, al plašiš se nesmotrene grubosti. Što li ćeš doticati kada se latice otkinu, smežuraju se i padnu?

Prije pet godina nosio si bijelu košulju, pričao o vjetrovima, a ja sam iz publike ucrtavala koordinate tvojim rijekama, prije nego li su se takle na mom ušću.
Samo dvije godine kasnije u gustoj šumi razgovor. Zgusnut. Neprobojan do neosjetljivosti. Ja plačem jer nas, kažeš, više neće biti za trinaest godina. A tek su prošle tri. Završile trotočjem.
Tješi me pomisao da ćemo se još susretati, kao i prije.
Da ću te prepoznati po pogledu u kojem grmi i pljušti i vije se magla i pada snijeg i valovi su i čisto je nebo, bez oblačka.
Prepoznat ću te po mirisu. U kojem se kovrčaju gomolji, treperi sunčev sjaj i izvija se ko mlada loza na tvom čelu.
Prepoznat ću te po dodiru. Radosnom, nalik komešanju ptića u gnijezdu.
Prepoznat ću te po visokim i gordim riječima, nalik jablanima, koji su iznikli tu zasigurno samo zbog mene i moje neponovljivosti.
Prepoznat ću te po upornosti, velikodušnosti, zaigranosti.
Po malom anđeoskom peru, pješčaniku, tvom poljupcu nalik ružinom grmu, svecu koji svira harmoniku na nekom trgu punom svjetlosti.

Jug i naranče. Zvat ćemo se drukčije.
Al naši će pogledi biti podjednako nagi i mladi, razlistala krošnja, neobuzdana rijeka, vrat koji se produljuje ko podnevna sjenka na kamenu.

Koliko gubitaka. Moje se nebo mijenja. Čas čisto, čas olujno. U materinu. Kada ću se prepustiti. Pomiriti. Dati životu da me nosi poput grančice.
Zašto mu otežavam kad tako me samo lomi.

Tebe u sebi dotičem radosno.
Ostavljam te na svakim koraku kako bi postao običan.
Sebe u tebi dotičem oprezno.
Latice bih najradije privezala.

Nedostajem si onakva kakvom si me volio.
Nekad budem ta.
Pa se smijemo i ludujemo kako je sve moguće i kako strah nije taj koji je vječan,
nego strast, dušo moja,
strast ga pobjeđuje.



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