What I really hate about us

*Speaking low about someone from our own team, when we should really support them.

*We are so indifferent not only to the society but to things that are directly influencing our lives, when we should really become involved.

*Imposing our own attitudes, when we should be capable of listening and learning from others.

*In each situation there is the other perceived as the enemy, when this is actually materialisation of our inner fear.

 

 *We rarely focus on doing. We should really focus more on the tasks,  not on who's to blame.

*We are never aware that too many cooks spoil the broth. With us – it’s almost always too many cooks.

 

*We don’t encourage and support people with ideas,
 we are envious and bitter.

*We tend to make fake promises we are not even sure we can stick to, instead of being supportive and saying to the others what they can expect from us. 

*We are able to adjust to any possible or impossible situation just when we think we’ll have some benefit.

*We tend to follow instead of create.

*We don’t know how to plan things and respect other people’s time, when we should really be honest and modest. 

*We tend to speak too much and say too little. 

*That this list is becoming too long.

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43 19 09 N 21 53 46 E

Za svo lišće na svetu

Drago lišće,

Iz pupoljka razvija se novi dan. Radujte se suncu i vetru, plešite na kiši. Verujte u zimske snove i dok lagano padate i donosite sreću prolaznicima u jesen. Zastaćemo svi zajedno ovde dole i postaćemo jedno. A kada ponovo sunce grane, kroz sićušne delove, srešćemo se opet. Vinućemo se u visine i veselo pokušavati vrhovima da dodirnemo oblake i zvezde. Budite bez brige, život je lep. 

4547N 1907E 

26012014

listen to & watch:  Baz Luhrman - Everybody's Free to Wear Sunscreen

unsaid

4VJ

451518N 195041E

02042012

Winter Hunger

My thoughts are rushing in. I have a need to stay wide awake in this world all the time. Not to let go. It's as if there are so many things left unsaid, undone, unread, unlearnt. I am saturated by impatience. 

Someone pulled down the veil I used to cover myself. I am looking around with limpid eyes. There is no sense of logic in this world. I crave for more. For intensity. And yet the coldness is all around, coming closer to my skin, my veins. Spreading like a virus among the people I don't even know or want to understand.

The people I come across are mainly indifferent, passers-by. Longing to reach their warm homes and log out from the street. Waiting. For better days to come. Maybe for some money to fall from a tree. For work. For God to have mercy on them. For a new politician on the scene to gossip about. For happiness. For a phone call. For kindness. For love. To love someone if they still haven't forgotten how to.   

Brain and soul food. I need it desperately since this is the only thing that keeps me really alive. But there is not much left of it nowadays. I'm walking a tightrope trying to play the game cunningly one move at a time. I'm waiting too. And running. To feel my muscles hurt. To see if there are really better days to come. To breathe in and out until I feel strong enough to raise my head and face what lies in front of me. To feel his love, above all. 

Because it seems who touches the sparkling stars and walks firmly on the ground will beat the winter hunger. 

And we are all made of stars. Or at least, we could have been. If we only wanted to be.

451518N 195041E

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listen to: Anoushka Shankar - Unsaid

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i tajnama koje kriju.

Ne pijem vruću tursku kafu.

Ja sam led zarobljen u kapljici slanog Jadranskog mora.

Čini se da dan pun čini leži na popodnevnom suncu.

Želim ga čitavim telom.

Oko mene planine trče i plešu neki letnji san.

Niko me ne budi.

Tiho. More šušti.

Negde sam tamo.

I ljubav je tamo gde sam.

Živim.

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22072004

Kada me više ne bude

  

Smrt.

Ne bojim se.

Kada te nema. Svejedno je.

Oči su mi sklopljene.

Odlazim negde raspršena

u milion komadića

negde ka nebu.

Letim kao…

Prah sivi iz svetlosti i topline

Ostaje u ruci nečijoj.

Suton je.

U vazduhu sam svuda.

Moj prah leti. Pada u more.

 

Jasno je.

Mirno stapam se sa kapljicama vode.

Nestajem. Nema ničega na horizontu.

Nebo i more su jedno.

Kraj života.

Početak.

Smrt.

Ne bojim se.

4547N 1907E 

02092003