petek, 27. september 2013

Kaj boš pa zdaj?

...se glasi nagradno vprašanje zadnjih nekaj dni...

vsak podvig ima nekje začetno točko vzpona, ima osvojen vrh in ima spust. sicer bi vsi ostali na vrhovih in bi bil dren. ne na vrhu kot ne v dolini ni dovolj prostora za vse. 
mati Narava skrbi za ravnovesje, nič nas ne vpraša, kakšno vreme nam je všeč, samo vsak dan nam ga dostavi. priznam, me je streslo, ko mi Israeli razloži, da pred nizkimi temperaturami zavarujejo plantaže s preletom helikopterjev. spust temperature pod 0 bi uničilo letni pridelek.... smo šli predaleč? in črte na nebu so preleti letal, ki razpršijo kemične spojine v zrak, da nadzorujejo vreme? morda tudi naše zdravje? res?
zdaj bom ... nič drugače kot prej. bistvo ostaja isto. v bistvu. Kaj naredi maček, ko čaka pred luknjo in miši od nikoder? 
ne glede na to, kako smo si Ljudje različni med seboj in kakšne vezi napletamo, smo vsi rojeni pod istim Soncem in vsi bi radi preživeli. v bistvu. zmelkow poje "ni bistva, ni smisla, je treba živet!" načinov pa še pa še. 
jutra presegajo meje osupljivega. in js presegam samo sebe. prej me ni izpod tople odeje izvabila niti misel na pogled skozi okno. in jutranji tek? to ni zame, sem si govorila. 
"There`s always a way to overcome an obsticle 
if you only want it enough."

še boljše - ozreti se preko rame in v daljavi videti premagano oviro. ker ti že tečeš naprej, z močnejšim in odločnejšim korakom. 
zdaj sem... na poti. hodim ravno, ampak se oziram okrog sebe. z razprtimi očmi in "Srcem na stežaj". 
Dečko in Fantje so v hecu govorili "Zmer naprej, nkol nazaj!" sm se smejala, ampak imajo prav. opazujem vezi, ki so že skoraj zbledele, kako se spet krepijo njih niti...opazujem.
kakšen dan se prepozno zdramim, da so skrbi odveč, da se bom čez nekaj let smejala tem utesnjenim trenutkom. morda se bo smejal tudi muc, z ujeto mišjo v gobcu. 

sreda, 11. september 2013

tell me a story


Once upon a time ... 

Even though living in Paradise makes Life seem like in a fairytale, I would want to  write something more than just imagination.
It is not such a tough job to put a smile on my face, and yesterday it was there. It spread up to my ears, and further. Apparently, I lied to Popotnik, claiming I am not in love. Guilty as charged - I am. With the Life. 
Closer. Contact. Conflict. Crash.
I am not the one to judge who is right or wrong. Maybe I was right, just a little bit, trying to explain Love is choice. Leting go has nothing to do with coincidences. It takes strength, courage and a lot of Words. Sometimes we steel them, Words, trusting other people minds better then our own. 
I want to put some shape to the Words, out of respect. With Words I talk, with Words I sing, praise and curse. With Words I love, I admire, I laugh out loud, I explain, I complain, I make happy, I surprise and disappoint. Words are a strong weapon. With Words one can hurt more than any sword. With Words one can touch softer than any cotton.
I was never good at making stories up. I rather put Words together without thinking about readers expectations. So it is, expressing my thoughts in a foreign language.
 Today is already a new day. Raindrops will collect in streams, rivers, lakes and seas. And my thoughts... hopefully, in one direction only.