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"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





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SarahBernardht
19.03.2020., četvrtak
U izolaciji, prvi dio

Pečem kruh.
Raženo, kukuruzno, pirovo i pšenično brašno.
Polijem ga s malo maslinovog, posipam bučinim sjemenkama. Bude jako fin. Nemjerljivo s kupovnim.
Oduvijek me smiruje ta tekstura tijesta.
Pa onaj miris raskošne, hrskave korice
koji se razlije kućom.
Miris sigurnosti.

Pečem palačinke klincima i starčadi.
U tri tave- puno ih je.
Pa izmišljamo nadjeve. Imamo pekmez od naših marelica.
S mljevenim bademima ili lješnjacima, to bude čarolija.
Klinci stave i kraš ekspresa.
To je već tradicija. Šljive i orasi. Ludnica.
Hvala kokama na jajima.
Hvala djeci na bezbrižnosti.

Nabrala sam mladu koprivu. Miris joj je predivan.
Svjež, proljetan, zdrav. Ko s drugog svijeta.
Osušila sam je na suncu i sada kuham čajeve s medom i limunom.
Nekad i malo kurkume i đumbira.
Hvala ti prirodo.

Maske radimo kreativne. Od rola papira.
Nacrtamo i jezike. Beljimo se strahu.
Klinci misle da su maškare.
Zabavljamo se.
Proljeće buja.
U Veneciji su se pročistili kanali i nakon puno godina,
vratile su se čaplje, patke, labudovi.
Zrak je nekako čišći i mekši otkada su ljudi doma.
Neki ljudi. Odgovorni.
Ili pak nasmrt preplašeni.

Presadila sam ružu apricot.
Stari mi ne da sijati paradajze, veli da je rano.
Koda sjeme zna.
Koda želja zna što je nemoguće.

Počela sam opet slikati. I dalje ne znam.
Al mi paše misliti da znam.
Danas ovog tužnog klauna.



Odlično je ispala suza. Baš se rasplakao.
Sutra ću ga tješiti.

Od prošlog četvrtka sam doma. Stari godišnji. Bruh me boli svaku večer, a sad i nije neko dobro vrijeme za bolnice.
Moram se strpiti.
Al marker je dobro, hvala anđelima.

Nije mi se išlo riskirati po javnom prijevozu.
A kroz firmu nam prođe i tisuću ljudi dnevno.
Nastojim biti odgovorna za sebe i druge,
sve nadajući se da će u mojoj firmi netko pametan organizirati dežurstva ili posao od doma.
Ništa. Još ništa. Ne znam razmišlja li itko o ikome.
O starčadi koji zbunjeno tumaraju gradom i institucijama..znam da nitko ne misli.

Kolegice mi rade pod posebnom psihozom. Od doma ih smirujem. Onak, sjedim na deblu, pod brezom, izujem čizme i prstima nožnim čeprkam travu i zemlju, pa im preko mobitela prodajem jeftinu psihologiju. Nekad čak upali.

Sve će biti dobro. I belive you.
Dok god ima ljudi koji besplatno šivaju maske.
A Venecijom plivaju patke i labudovi.

A idući tjedan, vozit ću se na posao, nadam se u praznom busu.
S nacrtanom maskom i sjemenom nade u džepu.
Maska ima jezik kojim se beljim svim paničnim egoistima.
A sjeme..koda sjeme zna.
Ko i želja.
Ko i djeca.

Baš u tome im je snaga.
U neznanju.
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