sreda, 28. januar 2009
sreda, 21. januar 2009
Pesem o zvezdah
Vsak človek je zase svet, čuden, svetal in lep kot zvezda na nebu ...Vsak tiho zori, počasi in z leti, a kamor že greš, vse potije treba na novo začeti.Tako živimo ljudje.Vsak zase krmari k pogrebu. Svetloba samo nas druži kot zvezde na nebu. A včasih so daleč poti, da roka v roko ne seže, a včasih preblizu so si, da z nohti lahko srce kdo doseže ...Od tega menda človek umre, od tega z neba se zvezda ospe.
Tone Pavček
Tone Pavček
petek, 16. januar 2009

Ljubezen. Vsem tako poznana beseda. Pa vseeno nikoli ne bo iz mode, nikoli zastarela, nikoli ne bo odveč.
Pravijo, da brez ljubezni ni življenja, da je ljubezen večna. Verjetno imajo prav. A si predstavljate svet brez ljubezni? Svet brez lepih pogledov, objemov in poljubov?
Ampak, kako se naučiti ljubiti? A imamo to v sebi? A to pride z leti? Z izkušnjami? Ne bi vedela. Oglasite se pri meni čez 50 let, pa vam bom mogoče znala razložiti kaj več o tem...
Do takrat pa...
...imejte se radi!
Pravijo, da brez ljubezni ni življenja, da je ljubezen večna. Verjetno imajo prav. A si predstavljate svet brez ljubezni? Svet brez lepih pogledov, objemov in poljubov?
Ampak, kako se naučiti ljubiti? A imamo to v sebi? A to pride z leti? Z izkušnjami? Ne bi vedela. Oglasite se pri meni čez 50 let, pa vam bom mogoče znala razložiti kaj več o tem...
Do takrat pa...
...imejte se radi!
One Art
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
by Elizabeth Bishop
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
by Elizabeth Bishop
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