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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
25.02.2019., ponedjeljak
Fleurs carrés





- Sjajiš Sarah, sjajiš...rekla mi je Claudette tog jutra na trgu cvijeća, dok sam kupovala potočnice, a dan se kišan i uplakan zrcalio u tim snažno plavim cvjetićima, poput plavookog dvogodišnjaka u gumenim čizmicama.
Znala me iz svakakvih vremena. Bile smo si svevremene.
Oslikala sam je tušem puno prije nego smo se upoznale, tehnikom malih pravilnih crtica,
a nekih davnih, davnih dana, dijelile smo dnevničke zapise, poeziju i citate, slomljena srca i ponose aranžirane poput ranih proljetnih buketića na Fleurs carrés.
Da, sretna sam, rekla sam jednostavno, milo i čisto.
Zasjajila je i ona zbog moje sreće, vidjela sam to na tren, mada je prije nekoliko mjeseci zauvijek ostala bez ljubavi svog života. Umro je, a ona je pokušavala živjeti dalje, bez pola svoga rebra, bez vrata, bez dlanova.
Voljela sam je zbog te sposobnosti da bude sretna zbog mene.
Nismo se pitale više ništa.
Za svevremenost nije potrebno puno riječi.

I sve je tako milo i jednostavno i čisto dok se volimo tako, dragi.
Dok jedemo s raskošne trpeze naših osjećaja, koji provaljuju kao mlada i proljetna i neobuzdana rijeka
na loše postavljene brane. Stare neobnovljene brane.
Pazimo da se ne utopimo, mili. Pazimo. I dnom hodamo poput ronioca s bocama kisika, za svaki slučaj.
I nemam nikakva očekivanja, lažem sebi i ne više tako vješto kao prije, prekrajajući nebo i rijeku i svoje i tvoje poljupce u male trenutke savršene sreće, dok se ko pravi ljetni ljudi hranimo svježim datuljama i smokvama s otoka, dok ližeš čistu vaniliju s mog pupka i mojih bradavica, a kristalno se ocrtavaju tvoje ruke na mojim ramenima, poput Rodinova Poljupca zamrznuti u izmišljenu vremenu.
Moj oblik glave i tvoja ključna kost. Tvoj osmijeh zaustavljen u pramenu mi kose, naramenici grudnjaka.

Dok ti objašnjavam kako stoje stvari s prošlošću, sadašnjošću, budućnošću, dok ti prepričavam što sam sve radila prije, dok te nije bilo, kome se trebam vratiti, a kome ne, dok mi prepričaš koga si volio, a koga ne, pored koga si bio budan i koga si sve čekao, dok nas ti stavljaš u korelaciju s ovim vremenom koje jedino prepoznajemo i znamo, jer bio si zreo muškarac dok ja sam bila ona djevojčica u crvenim štramplama, mene preplavljuje neobičan osjećaj da je sve upravo onako kako mora biti, i da je sve odlično zamišljeno u nekom višem smislenom umu. Neopisivo.

Baš kao ona fotografija. Koja može pripadati svakom vremenu. Svevremena.
Branili se mi ili ne.

Kada postane odveć opasno, a to uvijek nama postane, samo mi nemoj ponovno zariti nož u rebro.
Nemoj.
Uvuci ga tamo gdje je već bio, gdje sam davno prestala krvariti,
gdje se davno sastavio, zaokrenuo i savinuo ožiljak
potpuno isti ko na tvome dlanu.





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