"U fazi sam života kada shvatam da mogu sve što hoću.

Zanimljivo je, međutim, da se uporedo sa rastom tog saznanja, smanjuju moje potrebe.
Sve je više onoga sto neću.
Izgleda da je tajna u oslobađanju,
a ne u vezivanju;
u davanju, a ne uzimanju;
u posmatranju, a ne u svojatanju...
Pustiš i sve pusti tebe.
I trajemo tako svet i ja u medjusobnom divljenju, bez želje da se nažuljamo lancem bilo kakvog
odnosa..."

Mrzim sto sve primetim, pa ne mogu uzivati u zabludama kao sav normalan svet.
Bukowski

Neke lepote je bolje da prećutkujemo, da ih reči ne bi pokvarile .

--------Nalog tvog zivota nije da se mora.Jer se ne mora nista.Nema prinude.Ali  shvati da ovo ovde
nikada vise neces moci da ucinis.Sto ne ucinis ovde,danas,sada,to neces  nikada moci da ucinis.Sto se
plasis da ucinis,sada,to si zauvek izgubio.                                                                                                            

       Nikad ovako lepo,ovako veliko,kao sada,danas,ovde,nece vise nista biti............

       Zasto nisi postao onaj koji nocu jesi?Onaj koji samo nocu sme da misli?Smes i znas,mislis svoju
pravu sudbinu,
umes da letis.Odvaznost snova.
-Bela Hamvas

Je m'excuse,
je suis désolé,
oh n'avez pas mis à nu la rancune,
excusez-moi, je m'excuse veuillez,
je suis sûr que ce ne se reproduira pas

Circling. Repeating. Redoing. Overdoing.

Exaggerating. Flowing. Overflowing.
Overbeing. Birds are words are bird are words are...
Birds in cages. Sorrow, happiness entrapped.
Their wings are useless.
Their cages are all of what is left of freedom
that once was called the sky.
I could sure use some fresh new words now,
but not words longer,
bigger words.
Just words that would allow more freedom
of expression.
Words 'stronger.'

A new set of words has to be invented,

like, now!

''I am stuck in stock descriptions,

stuck in stock self-consuming of stock characterization and
repeating same old same stock this and that
same old same old same stock these and those,
same old
tweet tweet
same old tweet
after
a tweet.

And it is not that I am numb all of a sudden.

It is not that I am unable to be
eloquent or clear,
it's not that I cannot vividly depict
whatever it is I want to portray
with words. Ok, tweets.
I can. It's awful.

It is the fact that I'm sick of

this pressure on my consciousness
and
on my sense of what is right
and on my sense of what is righteous,
I cannot enthrall the tears
the laughter
moments,
this moment
today's yesterday.
I do not dare.
They're huge and dangerous.
Big moments of existence, you know?

And I have wings, you know?

I will have to think of a new way, when it hurts as much as it hurts now,
a new way of dealing with numbness forced on me.
It feels like wanting to tell someone a dream
pictures are clear, it is all perfectly luminous.
but words,
oh words!
Tiny cages

even more tiny than mine

become
those pictures of featherless birds
of birds that no longer fly,
pictures turn
into me. I become them.
I am the very vividness of enclosed fertility.
They turn, those vicious words,
tweets
emotions
they turn into birds that probably wish they could die
because they don't know how
to live
to thrive, to use their wings

and if they knew, where would they do

the loops
where would they do
the swings?''

And you think in a cage a happy bird sings?

The cage is all that is left of pure freedom

which not that long ago
used to be the sky.

The bird does not sing merry tunes.

It just does not know how to die.

Irena Savić
- stihovi iz iz zbirke "What's it - What is it", 2009,

... bezlična nedolična neprilična

neobična netipična
nepoznata neistražena
nedirnuta
... netaknuta
nekorištena nedosežna neuredna
ne-baš-čedna neiskusna
neobično neukusna
neotporna neumorna nezdrava
nesvakidašnja neopterećena
nezamijećena neprisutna
neodlučna ne-baš-bistra mutna
ne skriva se iza negativnih pridjeva
nego ne zna šta će s njima svima
pa ih trpa, uh gdje stigne
dok
u stvari
sve je
potpuno
druga priča

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