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31.01.2014

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Novembar, Škorpion I Zmija

Spojilo se Vreme I Nevreme. Sustigoše se počeci I krajevi. Oluje se udružiše I zagrliše Mora a Dan se predade Noći.

Najednom je Svetlost potražila Tamu. Ostadoše samo glasovi nadomak Ništavila a ono se nije bunilo. Ustupilo je mesto prijateljima, saputnicima Vremena. Skučiše se oni ne gledajući jedni u druge. I da su želeli gledati, prijateljica Tama bi im zaklopila oči. 

Tinjaju šapati. Nebo sluša šta Reka žubori, Zvezde se potsmevaju Ognjištu a Vreme sastavlja ljubavne stihove Mesecu.

Od svih razgovora izdvojio se onaj između Novembra, Zmije I Škorpiona. Njihove se reči pokosiše sa Vetrom. Ne videvši lica jedno drugome žučno su se poigravali strpljenjem okoline. Škorpion je negodovao postojanje Hladnoće. Zvao ju je mračnom kraljicom tuge. Za njega je bespotrebno bilo da Leto ima svoje sledbenike. Gnušao se Decembra I nepoverljivo je gledao u Januar. No ovo dvoje se nije uzbudilo zbog rasprave. Novembar je preuzeo odbranu u svoje ruke.

‘’ Tamo gde je toplo tuda korača sreća ‘’ , branio se Škorpion.

‘’Da hladnoće nema, niko ne bi raspoznavano sreću ‘’ napadao je Novembar.

‘’Sreća je već tu, nije potrebno raspoznavati je. ‘’

‘’Ako je tako, zašto nisi srećan I kada je hladno? ‘’

‘’Jer je Hladnoća loš saveznik I grub prijatelj ‘’

‘’Ali je mudar učitelj I dostojan borac . ‘’

‘’Kome treba Mudrost I Borbenost kada u njima ne možeš naći prijatelja? ‘’

Uto istupi Zmija ućutkujući raspravu. Najpre se obrati Škorpionu :

‘’ Brate , po toploti, tvoji su strahovi teški a brige velike ali nikome nije bolje no svojoj Mudrosti kada je sama sa sobom . Tu ni Hladnoća ne uzima danak niti Toplota daje raskoš.’’, pa se okrenu ka Novembru :

‘’ A ti brate, po hladnokrvnosti , da nije tvojih kiša, kako bi sprala tragove sa puteva kojima hodam? Šta bi mi značilo hladno srce ako nema prijatelja koji će umeti da ga shvati? Koju mudrost bih pripovedala da me hladnoća ne potseća koliko mi toplota znači?

‘’ Ostali glasovi zanemeše pa se Večnost uzdiže da progovori :

‘’Sestro Zmijo, budalaste su tvoje reči. Ne napadaj stablo parazitima Sumnje I Svestranosti. Opasni su umovi u pokušaju da razumeju mudrost ‘’ .

‘’ Neka su opasni, sestro Vremena”, odgovori Zmija ,” Nije mudrost trezvena da ne bi bila budalasta a nisu ni ova stabla bez čvrstoga Korena.’’

Dijana Zmija

The Story of a Drifter and the Eternity

In the coldest night of a lonely winter,there is a man sitting next to the fire in his empty and forgotten home. He watches into the fire when in the sudden he hears the voice of the Eternity calling him.

–        ‘’Why did you summon me?’’ –the man talks to himself aware that the Eternity is here to listen.

–        ‘’Why do you ask for this old man here? What do you need this drifter forgotten  somewhere in place and in time?

I stood alone my whole life,I stood alone.With empty hands and loneliness in my eyes in the place hidden of life and dreams to come true…So why is it that the great force came to me,when all the small ones never carred to  remember me?

I fought the battles that will remain unknown to a world.There is nothing that I took for myself so you better leave,there is nothing that this old drifter can give you…’’

–        ‘’Oh I think that there is ‘’ –the Eternity whispered to him. – ‘’ There is something I would love to have and I spent a time wondering around the world, to find someone who can give me what I need. I was looking for the answer of what is the force that keeps you still alive where there is no more reasons for you to live?’’

–        ‘’So  you came to this lonely man for a reason. You think that I have never lived, that the drifters have no life to be happy about. That we are the lonely strangers of the streets on the cities or the arrogant silence  left in the forests. You think that we lost the treasure and in the end of our lives we’ve escaped from the eyes of the people that we’ve left behind…’’

–        ‘’Then please correct me…what is it that made me come to you ? I have all that I could ever imagine,  I can change the order of a space and time and you know that I am here to be without ending and beginning. I look for people, I lead them and I live what they live. I choose what I want to be and do… And jet there is some emptiness that is inside of me…’’

–        ‘’The emptiness you feel is the reason you came for… You are used to have all that it is to have, and you are used to live all that it is to live but you can not affort to have the constant change  that exists in this world, that is why you can’t affort to understand the  state of emptiness.

I as a drifter,my sweet Eternity, I have loved, I have suffered, I have stood for myself but in the end I have choosen to stay alone, forrgoten of this world. Maybe it was becouse of my rebel soul, I stayed faithfull to the nature and lonelyness instead of a people and false ideals. And this emptiness you feel, we call it melancholy.

It is the state of mind and heart when we start accepting this world with his imperfections.

It is like a poison that can’t kill you but as you can’t find the cure that will release you, you stay trapped  in the middle – nor live nor dead -.

So you are like me, my sweet Eternity, you will never come to understand why the world is like this. But you will love it, you will accept it. And that will never be because you don’t know how to live or  because you have need to escape of a people that you have left behind… It will be only because you are diferent and so am i.Together we will deny this word as it is and we will learn to love sweet melancholy as if it was the biggest feeling that one  mortal man or the immortal time can feel.

As soon as the old drifter have spoken,the Eternity took him beetween her arms and with the last breath that  he have left,the snow started to fall again…

Awaken  in the timeless and spaceless arms of his companion the old man have realized that he is finaly free and that the only thing that he took within himself was that  powerfull feeling of melancholy. So he dared to ask the Eternity, why is it that made her took him…

–  ‘’Even the Eternity need to share her melancholy with a friend,so who can be better friend then  a man who ejected the world for being different? And did you forgot that the greatest treasures were always hidden and forgotten from a world? ‘’

Dijana Zmija

Pogledi

U ovom vremenu gde “svi pišu a niko ne čita” i gde svi govore a malo ko sluša, i dalje držim konce na rubu svoje sudbine i ne dozvoljavam sebi da protraćim reči tek tako, samo da bi nešto napisano upropastilo hartiju.

Ne obraćam se olako svom večnom prijatelju i pratiocu, te list papira cenim mnogo više kada provedem dovoljno vremena sa njim da uočim šta govore reči između redova…

A tih reči mora biti mnogo, da bi redovi, za mene stvorili željenu sliku.

I tek onda, ali možda tek onda, dajem sebi za pravo da i ja stvorim po koju reč između kojih će se provući redovi za spoznaju moga bića…

Za one dane kada možda nekome i ja postanem predmet razmišljanja i želja istinske ljubavi.

Onakve kakvu poseduje samo pisac sa pravim čitaocem i ćutljivi prijatelj sa svojom sudbinom.

Ten cuidado

Ten cuidado por donde te  caminas, el viento no puede ocultar tus deseos…

hay lugares de donde no te puedes volver y hay magias que te atrapan en el primer paso

El corazon de un enamorado corre en el peligro de ser atrapado de cualquer persona que te ofrece el fruto prohibido..

.Muchos no aguantan las pruebas de la vida , para regresarse limpios hacia su amada alma…

En el laberinto entre los deseos ,el pasion y el amor solo un camino nos lleva hacia libertad,

y por cada uno existe el precio mas alto de lo que  podemos imaginar…

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