Pesoa

- There are plenty of metaphysics in not thinking about anything.

- Because I'm the size of what I see, and not the size of my height.

- I do not care about the rhymes. Rarely there are two identical trees, next to each other.

- The butterfly is just a butterfly, and the flower is just a flower.

- I can not speak because I'm feeling.

- To feel is to be distracted.


http://pessoasdepessoa.blogspot.com/

“I have so much of you in my heart.”
- John Keats to Fanny Brawne, 10 July 1819

found it here.

It's so easy,
To think about love,
To talk about love,
To wish for love,
But it's not always easy,
To recognize love,
Even when we hold it
In our hands.

- Jaka

the call of solitude...

is it stealing if is already stolen?

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1637688/

'respond intelligently even to unintelligent treatment.'

days like this

fait accompli

bila jednom jedna jesen. kakva jesen?
divna jesen!
tako divna da je svako jutro njezno budila svu djecu svijeta.
mene licno gurkala u topli dzemper od kasmira i saputala mi bajke u bojama.
grlila vjetrovitim rukama drvece i planine.
igrala se talasima jezera i pjevusila uspavanke rijekama.
skrivala se medj oblacima i nasmijavala sunce.
bila jednom jedna jesen koja je znala sve i svasta.
koliko rasparenih carapa hoda svijetom?
koliko pokrivenih ogledala? zaboravljenih osmjeha?
koliko malih sreca i iskrenih ljubavi.
koliko razbijenih nosica i ispalih zubica.
sve je jesen znala. ali nikome nije nista pricala.
dok sredinom Novembra nije dosla ledena gdja zima i izgurala divnu jesen iz mog zivota.