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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
18.07.2019., četvrtak
*****

Ovdje ima puno prozora.
A vani je svježina, stabla su stara i raskošna, odmah ti bude jasno da su se nagledala svašta. Crkva ima zvona koja pjevaju cijelu ariju.
Došla sam zbog polipa. A onda je onaj pjegavi doktor skuzio cistu na mom desnom jajniku, pa mi zakazao čvenk za laparaskopiju.
I eto me u Vinogradskoj bolnici. Odjel je malen, al uređen tip top. Svi su jako organizirani, a fleksibilni po pitanju posjeta ili pušenja. Ne tlače. Imaju onaj fini ljudski pristup. Ima nas svih dobi. Mlade prekrasne cure, starije gospođe, bake.
Svi bez maski, samo ljudi, ranjivi, obični, bespomoćni, smrtni, ogoljeni.
Pričamo svoje priče.

Na intenzivnoj, nakon operacije, bdiju i skrbe neprekidno, bez puno riječi.
Narkoza mi zbilja teško pada, kod buđenja povraćam i tresem se ko šiba na vjetru.
Nije obična cista ko što smo se nadali, jebat ga.
Teško primam informaciju o tome, pa cmizdrim ko razmaženo derište.
Otkud bi itko znao kroz što sam sve prolazila i kako mi je zbilja ponestalo snage.

Jutros pjegavi sjeda na moj krevet, jer kuži da me jučer kratko matirao.
- Meni se živi, kažem mu sva šmrkava.
Objašnjava tapšući me po nozi, da se još ništa ne zna, a ako je i grdo, da je još dovoljno rano.

A on ..on mi dolazi svaki dan.
Donosi ružice iz parkova.
Jagodice ne osjeća od sviranja.
Da zaradi i može mi kupiti..čokolade, sokove, jogurte..
Nekad mu se pridruži i cigan neki stari.
Pa pjevaju za moje zdravlje.

Uskoro se dugo nećemo vidjeti.
I uskoro će biti samo predivan san.





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