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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
06.02.2021., subota
Moja ljubavi

Znala si mi pričepiti prste dok bih te otvarala
ko najslasniju marmeladu iz smočnice
udarac odozdo pa ne ide
pa nož u poklopac
pa ne ide
koliko puta sam te samo pojela bez slatkoće
koliko si me puta samo ostavila bez riječi
promrzlu na tramvajskoj stanici
u svjetlucanju ranoproljetne večeri
u očima prolaznika tebe žednog

bila si nedokučiva tajna i kockarska ovisnost
kroz ježenje otvorenog prozora
moja trajna osuda
na neravnim šinama izvinuta peta
natečen nožni zglob
poderana čarapa strasti puste
telefon koji ne zvoni
duga pisma koja nisam čitala nego
mirisala

dala si mi
predugo čekanje i vučju glad
uzmicanje na prepad
gomilu zaludu potrošenih žigica
nepreboljene dječje bolesti
prste koji se ne mogu ugrijati
ni u najdubljim džepovima
gdje sam te sve posakrivala od sebe
sve one stihove o tebi
popabirčene iz knjiga
dobivene od rozenkvarcovih svitanja
kad si me uspavljivala i bodrila
davala lažne nade i pjenaste ushite
prekrasne uvide i prekasna priznanja

pa sam te i mrzila ponekad takvu svirepu
podmetala nogu
spremala ti zamke
kovala intrige
svjetske zavjere
uvjetovala te suzama i pticama
oblikovala te čežnjom i uzdahom
proračunato te ograničavala vremenom
učinila te kraljicom mog svilenog trenutka
precijenila te preko mnogo puta darujući ti neizrecivost
izgovarala umjesto tebe cijele rečenice podcijenivši tvoju rječitost
nudila ti nepogrešivost
pogrešno tumačila šutnju
prepuštala te najprije vremenu, a onda i vječnosti
svirala te i pjevala, pisala i slikala,
pa te onda
izdavala na svakom koraku
za malo milovanja

S tobom sam se borila nekada i hrabro
prsa o prsa
sa i bez oružja
jurišala na tebe gomilom razumnih argumenata
prizemljenih razloga i kamenih mudrovanja
osuđivala te na giljotinu
pa te zadnjim kadrom pomilovala
samo da znaš da se ne šalim,
tjerala te da povraćaš kada si šutjela
bulimično

zbog mene si i gorijela shizofreno
umirala, uskrsavala
davale smo si smisao uzajamno
ko dvije nasmrt preplašene i iscrpljene životinje
utopljene u bujici vremena
izmasakrirane do neprepoznatljivosti
boje ugaslih sumraka
s borama gorkim oko usana
i onim kratkovidnim oko očiju

Voljela si zaigrano ostavljati neobične interpunkcije iza mojih rečenica
drsko nadopisivala cijele odlomke kad bih spavala
i budila me samo da mi kažeš
kolike zvijezde si zbog mene skinula
oprala krv i dezinficirala ozljede
mobilizirala prijelome
ubrzala vrijeme oporavka ili učinila dan duljim

Ti, vještice bezobzirna,
nimalo bezazlena sa mojim sjećanjima
okrutna u maštanju i zamišljanju
neporeciva u trajanju
sa svojim širokim bokovima
bosonoga u plesu
ti,
pružam ti ruku pomirbe
bez obećanja da ću ikada biti
lošija od tebe



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