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Milica Fara May 2018
Jedini Čoveče od Svemira,
Zahvaljujem Višoj Sili za to što je stvorila tebe, Čoveka, od milijardu svemirskih čestica i poslala te meni, Ženi, željnoj istraživanja misterija iz Svemira.
Zahvalna sam joj i za to što postoji Vreme, Vladar Sveta, dimenzija, nepovratno neprekidan redosled nastajanja i nestajanja i sled događaja, zbir nevremenskih trenutaka ili možda iluzija, jer je upravo Vreme doprinelo našoj veličanstvenoj fuziji.
Zahvaljujem joj i za to što mi je podarila čula; čulo vida, da vidim svaki delić tvog bića; sluh, da čujem svaku reč koju izustiš, bila to glupost ili nešto što ima smisla; čulo mirisa, da osećam tvoj miris do kraja života na Zemlji, a i onog koji sledi posle tog, čulo ukusa, da, sa na hiljade svojih mikroskopskih ćelija na jeziku, uživam u tvom umamiju i čulo dodira, da osetim tvoje prste, usne i dah na svom telu.
Takođe joj zahvaljujem i za osećanja, jer bez njih ne bi bilo ni nas; za radost, sreću, uzbuđenje, ljubomoru, požudu, strast, ljubav, brigu, strah, tugu, bes, gnev, čak i gađenje, jer sam sve to doživela i preživela sa tobom.
Verujem da su ljudi sačinjeni od zvezdane prašine, ali ti, Čoveče od Svemira, ti si Supernova.
Volim te, beskonačno i izvan toga.
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The only Man of the Universe,
I thank the Higher Power that created you, Man, of one billion cosmic particles and sent you to me, Woman, eager to explore the mysteries of the universe.
I am grateful to her for having there Time, the ruler of the world, dimension, an irreversibly uninterrupted sequence of emergence and disappearance and the sequence of events, the sum of the timeless moments or perhaps the illusions, because it is precisely Time that contributed to our magnificent fusion.
And I thank her for giving me the senses; the sense of sight, to see every part of your being; hearing, to hear every word you utter, no matter if it’s stupid or something that makes sense; sense of smell, to feel your scent till the end of life on Earth, and the one that follows after that; the sense of taste, that with thousands of microscopic cells on my tongue enjoy your umami and the sense of touch, to feel your fingers, lips and breath on his body.
Also thank her for the feelings, because without them there wouldn’t be us either; for joy, happiness, excitement, jealousy, lust, passion, love, concern, fear, sadness, anger, anger, even disgust, because I experienced it all and survived to you.
I believe that humans are made of stardust, but you, Man of the Universe, you are Supernova.
I love you, infinitely and beyond.
Milica Fara Nov 2017
Bila je sreda
jutro
Alarm je probudio
i moju glavobolju
Nepomična i ukočena
još uvek sam osećala
davne dodire tvojih prstiju
po mom telu
Peklo me je
koža je odumirala
Nebesko plavetnilo je sijalo
kroz proreze roletne
i dalo mi tračak života
Hladne kupatilske pločice
su izazivale jezu
u mom biću
dok sam pila kafu
i pripremala se za
novi dan
Novi život.
NEW
It was Wednesday
morning
The alarm woke up
my headache too
immovable and stiff
I still felt
ancient touches of your fingers
on my body
It burned me
the skin was dying
Sky blue was shining
through slits of shutters
and gave me a spark of life
Cold bathroom tiles
caused shivering
in my being
while I was drinking coffee
and prepared for
new day
New life.
Zivot je cudo!
Jedan likovno-graficki urednik, godina mojih roditelja, podelio je sa mnom jedan svoj utisak iz zivota, a to je, da su mu se odredjeni ljudi vracali u njegov zivot u ciklusima, ima ih, pa ih onda nema, pa se opet pojave i to je bio u pitanju neki duzi period, recimo na 7 godina.

Izgleda da se i meni neki vracaju, samo da otkrijem zasto.

btw. nesto razmisljam o ovih sedam godina, znas da kazu da za sedam godina svaka celija u telu se promeni, ****** znacilo da si ti sad neka druga osoba, tj za koju godinu treca osoba :) kao i ja

hm

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