"I've been in love for five hundred million years… "
― Italo Calvino
“You are a dangerous collection of all my favourite things.”
— Nikita Gill
Nije lako, ali je jako rođaci.
"I've been in love for five hundred million years… "
― Italo Calvino
Nije lako, ali je jako rođaci.
‘ I just want to take you to some dark corner of the room and feel you up against the wall’
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“Да, что-то чуждое, бесовское и прелестное есть в ней”
O Crown of Light, O Darkened One,
I never thought we’d meet.
You kiss my lips, and then it’s done:
I’m back on Boogie Street.
A sip of wine, a cigarette,
And then it’s time to go.
I tidied up the kitchenette;
I tuned the old banjo.
I’m wanted at the traffic-jam.
They’re saving me a seat.
I’m what I am, and what I am,
Is back on Boogie Street.
And O my love, I still recall
The pleasures that we knew;
The rivers and the waterfall,
Wherein I bathed with you.
Bewildered by your beauty there,
I’d kneel to dry your feet.
By such instructions you prepare
A man for Boogie Street.
O Crown of Light, O Darkened One…
So come, my friends, be not afraid.
We are so lightly here.
It is in love that we are made;
In love we disappear.
Tho’ all the maps of blood and flesh
Are posted on the door,
There’s no one who has told us yet
What Boogie Street is for.
O Crown of Light, O Darkened One,
I never thought we’d meet.
You kiss my lips, and then it’s done:
I’m back on Boogie Street.
A sip of wine, a cigarette,
And then it’s time to go . . .
Leoanrd Cohen
" čini se da iz rana raste cvijeće... "
NAJLEPŠA LJUBAVNA PESMA
Najlepše je pretenciozno dati pesmi naziv
„Najlepša ljubavna pesma”
i posvetiti je tebi
Najlepše je pisati na ekavici
jer prelepo zvuče reči
koje mi govoriš
pišeš
šapućeš
sakrivaš
Najlepše devojke
su izgubljene devojke
Najlepše je čekati
dete
sneg
kišu
proleće
leto
i tebe.
— Igor Varga, „Najlepša ljubavna pesma”
" čini se da iz rana raste cvijeće... "
"Two questions help us see why we are unlikely to get what we want by using punishment to change people’s behavior.
The first question is: What do I want this person to do that’s different from what he or she is currently doing?
If we ask only this first question, punishment may seem effective, because the threat or exercise of punitive force may well influence someone’s behavior. However, with the second question, it becomes evident that punishment isn’t likely to work: What do I want this person’s reasons to be for doing what I’m asking?"
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"As we’ve seen, all criticism, attack, insults, and judgments vanish when we focus attention on hearing the feelings and needs behind a message. The more we practice in this way, the more we realize a simple truth: behind all those messages we’ve allowed ourselves to be intimidated by are just individuals with unmet needs appealing to us to contribute to their well-being. When we receive messages with this awareness, we never feel dehumanized by what others have to say to us. We only feel dehumanized when we get trapped in derogatory images of other people or thoughts of wrongness about ourselves."
Marshall B. Rosenberg
‘I would so cuddle the f*ck out of you’
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“Да, что-то чуждое, бесовское и прелестное есть в ней”
"True intimacy with another is only possible when you are deeply intimate with yourself."
Što mu dođe i na - masturbacija je korak ljubavi prema sebi.
“It is a grave injustice to a child or adult to insist that they stop crying. One can comfort a person who is crying which enables him to relax and makes further crying unnecessary; but to humiliate a crying child is to increase his pain, and augment his rigidity. We stop other people from crying because we cannot stand the sounds and movements of their bodies. It threatens our own rigidity. It induces similar feelings in ourselves which we dare not express and it evokes a resonance in our own bodies which we resist.”
― Alexander Lowen, The Voice of the Body
Kad svarno volite, ne želite ništa. Samo volite.
Ako ne postoji razlog da se pije, to nije razlog da se ne pije...
Tripping over joy
"What is the difference
Between your experience of Existence
And that of a saint?
The saint knows
That the spiritual path
Is a sublime chess game with God
And that the Beloved
Has just made such a Fantastic Move
That the saint is now continually
Tripping over Joy
And bursting out in Laughter
And saying, “I Surrender!”
Whereas, my dear,
I am afraid you still think
You have a thousand serious moves."
Hafez
"I remembered an interesting situation, and it could be said that it is related with lots of you.
Last year, my mom was in another country with my brother, for one and a half months and although we heard each other on the phone every day, she asked me one day: "Do you miss me? I miss you."
I was wondering what to say to her because I didn't felt it in that way.
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My love for her does not depend on distance or form. Mine or hers.
At that moment, I felt like I was her mom and that I needed to fulfill her own need that she hadn't received from her parents.
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The need to be there, then to be loved - is a myth.
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When it comes to the condition that the relationship grows and becomes a State of Love, only then does the pain and feeling of missing disappear.
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I hope that I and my daughter in our relationship, will be able to outgrow the roles we play and only communicate from the State of Love."
Jedno mu je samo cijelog dana ostajalo u vidu, u pameti i srcu, svakog casa, svakog trenutka..
Here I opened wide the door,
Darkness there, and nothing more.
“That was her. PURE, LUCID, EVIL. I’d sleep all right with that on top of me.”
Bertolt Brecht, Poems 1913 - 1956
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“Да, что-то чуждое, бесовское и прелестное есть в ней”
Bitno je voliti,nikog ne mrziti..
“Late at night, as I was pulling out her earrings to kiss her, - the way I like, her back against the church wall- the Aegean thundered and the Saints all came out holding candles to light my way.”
Odysseus Elytis, from “The Little Mariner” (IX)
“Да, что-то чуждое, бесовское и прелестное есть в ней”
Oscar W.
"Vidiš li: svet pun sebe grca -
Očiju punih, prazna srca."
" čini se da iz rana raste cvijeće... "
Blaženstvo je kada ljubav sija
Kada teče, to je milosrđe
Kada puca, bijes je
Kada fermentira, ljubomora je
Mržnja je kada je sve 'NE'
Savršenstvo je kada djeluje
Kada ljubav zna, to sam JA.
Ašram u Bangaloru, Indija
Svaki dan je dobar za upiranje.
Otrovane su mi pesme,
da l’ drukčije može biti?
U moj život, kad je cvao,
počela si otrov liti.
Otrovane su mi pesme,
da l’ drukčije može biti?
Srce mi je puno zmija,
a uz to u njemu si i ti.
Samo oni koji se usude uvelike podbaciti, mogu uspjeti u velikoj mjeri.
Kad voliš tad živiš lud,
sa patnjom,
i čežnjom
i brigom.
Pa šta?
Bez ljubavi nikuda ne vodi put,
sa ljubavlju, već si stigo.
Samo oni koji se usude uvelike podbaciti, mogu uspjeti u velikoj mjeri.
Savršena ljubav isključuje strah. Tamo gdje postoji ljubav ne postoje zahtjevi, očekivanja, zavisnost. Ja ne tražim da me učinite srećnim; moja sreća ne zavisi od vas. Ako morate da me napustite, neće mi biti žao samog sebe; izuzetno mi prija vaše društvo, ali ja se ne vezujem za vas. Ja uživam u vašem društvu na temelju nevezanosti - to je nešto veće i od vas i od mene, nešto što sam otkrio, neka vrsta simfonije, neka vrsta orkestra svira u vašem prisustvu. Ali, kad odete od mene, orkestar ne prestaje da svira. To je orkestar širokog repertoara i nikad ne prestaje da svira.
Antoni de Melo
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