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Opis bloga
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
vidrinsmijeh@gmail.com

SarahBernardht
12.02.2019., utorak
Anđeoskim jezikom govoreći

Anđeoskim jezikom govoreći

Anđeoskim jezikom govoreći, ležala sam nakon neprospavane noći potpuno naga, na trbuhu,
svjesna svoje neodoljive mladosti na tamnocrvenom muslinu, pušeći već petu ili sedmu cigaretu,
oslanjajući stopala na zid, igrajući se sjenama.
Vani se danilo, mirisalo je svježe pecivo iz obližnje pekare, povici raznosača novina i razlijevanje prvih žamora na ulici.
Sjene su vidno postajale kraćim i postupno se posakrivale tajnovitim zakutcima sobe,
kao slojevima podsvijesti ili ispijenim čašama, upozoravajući da će sve uskoro postati bistrim, bjelodanim, jasnim kao oštar zimski zrak,
kao biserni odsjaj stakla i kaput boje slonovače bačen na pod u pohotnoj brzini.
On je stajao pored prozora zametenog snijegom, drhtureći u polumraku, naježene kože koju sam voljela,
zamišljajuć se valjda Larom iz Doktora Živaga, čudeći se gdje su nestale narcise.
Već kada sam ga prvi put vidjela, mogla sam ga zamisliti kako kisne na ulici u promočenom svijetlom baloneru,
a kiša mu se slijeva i slijeva, sa šešira, niz lice kaplje, niz revere, a on niti ne nastoji skloniti se.
Ustala sam polako i sjajno crvenim lakom nalakiranim noktima ugasila dogorijelu svijeću na prekrasnom starom stolu njegove pomajke,
dohvatila prhki keksić od đumbira sa srebrom izvezena tanjura, sva još mirisna od ljubavi koju smo si davali puteno,
kradući trenutke potpunog predavanja, ko dva naga i nevina anđela,
lebdeći iznad gradova u trenucima zajedničkog nestajanja u bunilu i zakovitlanim oblacima.

Što ću ti ja, pitao me. Što ću ti ja. Očajnički.
Kao u smiješnoj igri zrcala, čula sam ga : Što ćeš mi ti, pobogu, ljubavi...

Ljubav je magija i pripada poglavlju knjige za odrasle, rekla sam, nimalo tragično.
Blago, oblačeći se. Kao da sam znala. Kao da sam imala pripremljen tekst za već od ranije izmišljen scenarij.
Bijelina snijega snažno je osvjetlila sobu kao neko čudesno saznanje,
nagla spoznaja, pogledao me kao da me prvi puta vidi, i u tom trenutku odlučila sam, neću mu reći za dijete koje nosim.
Znala sam da će on ionako otići u taj prokleti i ničiji rat i da će ginuti za jedno veliko ništa,
i da je to pitanje njegove muževnosti i neke nerazumne odanosti, i da je sve ovo već dio nekog većeg plana
u odnosu na koji je naša ljubav tek prozeblo ptiče koje neće dočekati slijedeću zimu niti s mrvicama,
i da će on baš čitavog života proklinjati svoju malodušnost i sjećati se ovoga jutra
kada su se razišle naše tračnice drumovima.

Ljubav je magija, Sarah, i malodušnost je ubija naglo ili podlokava lagano,
ko umoran stari val stijenu koja je htjela biti vječnom,
negdje na surovim obalama Caprija, prema otvorenom moru.

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