samo ljubav

Ne postoji zabranjena, ni neuzvraćena, niti prva, ni poslednja ljubav.

Postoji samo ljubav.

Nema nikakvog epiteta, sve je suvišno.

Nema izgovora niti razloga za nju.

Nema zapreka, nema uslova.

Ne uči se; ne vežba; mora da se diše…

Ne odnosi se na jednu osobu, na jedno vreme ili prostor; u svakom je ritmu srca…

Ceo svemir je prožet njome.

To je tvar od koje je svemir sastavljen…to uopšte nije tvar, to je čista energija, svetlost.

Sveobuhvatna.

Sveprisutna.

Svevremena.

Tvorac lično.

I mi smo svi – u njemu…

There is no prohibited or not returned, neither the first nor the last love.

There is only love.

There is no epithets, all superfluous.

There is no excuse or reason for it.

There are no barriers, no conditions.

No one learns; do not exercise; must breathe ...

Does not apply to one person, the one time or space; each is the rhythm of the heart ...

The entire universe is permeated with it.

It's a matter of which the universe is made up ... it does not matter, it is pure energy, light.

Comprehensive.

The pervasive.

Timeless.

The Creator himself.

And we all - in it ...

on još sanja...

Polako sam prilazila….činilo mi se da ne dodirujem zemlju, kao da malkice lebdim iznad nje….O, ne, nije to bilo ništa novo; u noćima zvezdanim poput ove, bez meseca, sa tom karakterističnom pariskoplavom iznad krovova…

Pa opet…kao da je vazduh bio gušći…

Kao das u zvuci bili potmuliji…

Odnekud, iz velike daljine, čulo se potmulo, praiskonsko bubnjanje…mog sopstvenog srca.

Nije znao da mene čeka. Nije znao kako izgleda žena koja se najavila u njegovom životu…a i najavila se na krajnje neobičan način; kroz njegov san….

Moraće da me prepozna po mirisu…Ne po mirisu mom, po mirisu svom….

Prosto, zamirisaće jače kada mu se približim…

Kako ću znati da je to on? – prođe misao….

Izdaleka, u noći, videla sam svetlucavo zeleno jezgro njegove duše…

Plamtela je.

Znala sam ko je.

Znala sam – sve o njemu. U trenutku. Kroz sve vekove….

Koraci su me nosili ka njemu, dok sam klizila prostorom…

Kao na filmu, vreme se usporilo…Zrikavci su zvučali razvučeno…

Sada je već morao da oseti moju auru. Zapljusnula ga je kao nemirni talas.

Tamnoputi mršavi muškarac sedeo je na kamenom bedemu i pušio. Odjednom je ustao i uspravio se u svoj svojoj visini…kao da ga je nešto prodrmalo…

Okrenuo se nalevo ka meni…

Bio je to pogled koji ću uvek pamtiti.

U njegovim tamnim, tamnim očima bilo je čitavo sazvežđe…

To je trenutak u kome je potpuno vreme stalo…da li se to zove večnost…?

I evo nas sada – stojimo nas dvoje, smrznuti u prvom susretu koji se još nije ni desio….ja znam da će doći…I kako izgleda…

On – još uvek sanja….


 Slowly I approached ... .it seems we are not touching the ground, as if a little floating above it ... .O, no, it was not anything new; the starry nights like this, without the month, with the characteristic paris blue above the roofs ...
And yet ... as if the air was thicker ...
As die in the sounds were muffled...
From somewhere far away, heard the muffled, primordial drumming ... my own heart.
He did not know me waiting. He did not know what she looks like a woman who announced in his life ... and announced the highly unusual way; through his dream ....
They will have to recognize me by the smell ... I do not smell it on myself, by the smell of himself ....
Simply, it smells stronger when near him ...
How do I know it was him? - Pass a thought ....
From a distance, at night, I saw a shimmering green core of his soul ...
Blaze is.
I knew who it was.
I knew - all of it. At the moment. Through the ages ....
The steps were carrying me to him, while I slid space ...
As in the movie, time has slowed down ... Crickets sounded stretched ...
It had to feel my aura. Struck him as restless wave.
The dark thin man was sitting on a stone rampart and smoking. Suddenly he stood up and straightened to his full height ... as if it was something shook ...
He turned left to me ...
It was a sight that I will always remember.
In his dark, dark eyes was a whole star constellation ...
It is a moment in which time has stopped completely ... whether you call it ... forever?
And now here we are - we are the two of us, frozen in the first game that has not even happened ... .I know that it will come ... And it looks like ...
He - still dreaming ....

ne objašnjavaj

Ne objašnjavaj mi kako bi izgledao taj poljubac....

Koliko strasti, koliko od boje tame, koliko mirisa vrele krvi,

Ne objašnjavaj...budi poljubac.

Ne opisuj mi kako zasnosno miriše ruža

Koliko jutara, koliko zalazaka sunca, koliko pčelica u laticama

Nikada mi nemoj objašnjavati lepotu cveta....budi ruža.

Ne pričaj mi koliko me voliš

Koliko želiš da me osetiš kraj sebe, kako ti nedostajem

Ne pričaj koliko merica nežnosti si potrošio na mene...budi ljubav.

05.07.2012.

Do not explain to me how to make it look that kiss ....

How much passion, how much of the color of darkness, how smell of hot blood,

Do not explain ... be a kiss.


I do not describe how is engrossing smell of roses

How many acres, how many sunsets, as a bee in the petals

Never do we explain the beauty of flowers .... be roses.


Do not tell me how much you love me

How much do you want to feel me next to him, how you miss me

Do not talk much measures tenderness you spent with me ... be love.